"I'd love to see 'em both," was all he could stammer. The girl thrust her fingers through the bars to him, and they stood thus, regarding each other in all confidence and faith, until Jinnie dropped his hand. "Mr. King's getting well," she said softly. "I'm glad, very glad. He don't think I done it, does he, Jinnie?" "No, and when I see him I'll tell him you didn't." And as if that settled it, she turned to go; then hesitating, she smiled upon him. "Give me four nice kisses, Lafe. I'll take one to Peg, Bobbie, and the baby, and keep one for myself." Then after their lips had met through the bars in resounding smacks, Jinnie gasped, "We can't forget Milly Ann and Happy Pete. Two more, honey!" "God bless you, Jinnie lass," murmured Lafe, trying to hide his emotion, and then he wheeled quickly back into the falling afternoon light under the window. Jinnie's energetic mind was busy with a scheme. She wasn't sure it would meet with Peg's approval, but when she arrived home, she sat down beside Mrs. Grandoken. "Now, Peggy," she began emphatically, "I want you to pay attention to what I'm saying to you." "I will," said Peggy. "Lafe wants to see the baby!" "Now?" asked Mrs. Grandoken, surprised. "Well, he didn't say just now, but his eyes asked it, and, Peg, I was wondering if I couldn't take the little kid up to the jail." Peggy shook her head. "They wouldn't let you in with 'im," she objected. Jinnie thought a long time. Presently she laughed a little, chuckling laugh. "I know how to get him in there!" "How?" asked Peggy, incredulously. "Why, everybody knows I've been a shortwood girl. I'll roll him up in a bundle----" Peg's hand sought the little body under the covers protectingly. "Oh, I won't hurt him, Peg," assured Jinnie. "We'll wrap him up the first fine day! You can do it yourself, dear." One week later Jinnie went slowly up the incline that led to the prison. On her back was a shortwood strap filled with brush and small twigs. "I want to see Lafe Grandoken," she said. To surprise Lafe she crept softly along the corridor until she halted at his cell door. She could see him plainly, and the troubled lines were almost erased from between his brows. She was glad of that, for she wanted him to smile, to be "Happy in Spite." She called his name and he turned, wheeling toward her. "I hoped you'd be comin'," he said, smiling gravely. Then noting the shortwood, he exclaimed, "Have you had to go to work again, lass?" "Just for to-day," and Jinnie displayed her white teeth in a broad smile. "I've brought you something, Lafe, and I wrapped it up in shortwood." The girl carefully slipped the strap from her shoulders and sat down beside it on the floor. Watching eagerly, Lafe peered between the bars, for surely his Peggy had sent him some token of her love. The girl paused and looked up. "Shut your eyes tight, Lafe," she commanded playfully.