Lafe closed his eyes, wrinkling down his lids. Then Jinnie lifted the baby and uncovered the small face. The little chap opened his eyes and yawned as the girl held him close to the bars. "Now, Lafe, quick! Look! Ha! It's a Jew!" The cobbler's eyes flew open, and he was staring squarely into a small, rosy, open-eyed baby face. For a moment he thought he was dreaming--dreaming a dream he had dreamed every night since the thunder storm. He caught at his chin to stay the chattering of his teeth. "It ain't him, Jinnie, my Jew baby?" he murmured brokenly. "Yes, 'tis," and she laughed. "It's your own little feller. I brought him to get a kiss from his daddy. Kiss him! Kiss him smack on the mouth, Lafe." And Lafe kissed his baby--kissed him once, twice, and three times, gulping hard after each caress. He would never have enough of those sweet kisses, never, never! And as his lips descended reverently upon the smooth, rose-colored skin, Mr. Grandoken laughed, and Jinnie laughed, and the baby, too, wrinkled up his nose. "Lafe," Jinnie said tenderly, drawing the baby away, "I knew you wanted to see him; didn't you?" Lafe nodded. "An' I'll never be able to thank you for this, Jinnie.... Let me kiss him once more.... Oh, ain't he beautiful?" Just before the girl wrapped the boy again in the shortwood, she suggested, "Lafe, what's against taking him into the 'Happy in Spite'? He's happier'n any kid in the whole world, having you for a daddy and Peg for his mother." Jinnie thrust the baby's plump hand through the bars, and Lafe, with tears in his eyes, shook it tenderly, then kissed it. "Lafe Grandoken, Jr," he whispered, "you're now a member of the 'Happy in Spite' Club." And then Jinnie took the baby back to Peggy. CHAPTER XXXIX JINNIE'S VISIT TO THEODORE So suddenly had the two strong, friendly forces been swept from Jinnie's daily life that as yet she had not the power to think with precision. Lafe she had had every day for almost three years, and Theodore King--oh, how she loved him! Rumors were afloat that no power could save Lafe--her dear, brave cobbler. Day by day the girl's faith increased, and of late she had uttered silent prayers that she might be allowed to see Theodore. One morning she was in the kitchen rocking little Lafe when Peggy called her. "There's some one to see you," said she. Jinnie gave the mother her baby and went to the shop door. A man in a white suit smiled down upon her. "I'm from the hospital," said he. "Mr. King would like to see you this morning." Jinnie's heart seemed to climb into her throat. "Mr. Theodore King?" she murmured. "Yes," said the young man. "I've got a car here. Will you come?" "Of course! Wait till I get my hat."