At noon time, when Theodore King saw her walking, sweetly cool, under the trees, he joined her. Molly had donned the dress he had complimented most, and as he approached her, she lifted a shy gaze to his. "You couldn't take me to-morrow, you're sure?" she begged, her voice low, deep and appealingly resonant. Theodore hesitated. Being naturally chivalrous and kindly, he disliked to refuse, but he had already sent a note to Jinnie to meet him at the master's Saturday, and it went against his inclination to break that appointment. "I don't see how I can," he replied thoughtfully, "but choose any day next week, and we'll make a real picnic of it." "I'm so disappointed," Molly murmured sadly. "I wanted to go Saturday. But of course----" "I'll see if I can arrange it," he assured her. "Possibly I might go up to hear her play to-day.... I'll see.... Later I'll 'phone you." Leaving the house, he headed his car toward the lower end of the town. He was glad of an excuse to go to Paradise Road. Lafe smiled through the window at him, and he entered the shop at the cobbler's cordial, "Come in!" "I suppose you want Jinnie, eh?" asked Lafe. "Yes. I'll detain her only a moment." Bobbie got up from the floor where he was playing soldiers with tacks and nails. "Boy'll call Jinnie," said he, moving forward. The two men watched the slender blind child feel his way to the door. "Bobbie loves to take a part in things," explained Lafe. "Poor little fellow!" "Is he hopelessly blind?" asked Theodore. "Yes, yes," and Lafe sighed. "I sent him once by Peg to ask a big eye specialist. He's a good little shaver, but his heart's awful weak. You wouldn't think he's almost eleven, would you?" Theodore shook his head, shocked. "It isn't possible!" he exclaimed. "He ain't growed much since he come here over two years ago. Jinnie can carry him in one arm." "Poor child!" said Theodore sympathetically. Just then Jinnie came into the room shyly. Bobbie had excitedly whispered to her that "the beautiful big man with the nice hands" wanted her. She hesitated at the sight of Mr. King, but advanced as Lafe held out his hand to her. Before Theodore could explain, she had told him: "The master isn't giving me a lesson to-day, but he will to-morrow because you're coming." With pride in her voice, she said it radiantly, the color mantling high in her cheeks. Molly's importunate insistence escaped Theodore's mind. When with Jinnie, ordinary matters generally did fade away. "I'm very glad," he replied. "I hope you've progressed a lot." "She has, sir, she sure has," Lafe put in. "You'll be surprised! How long since you've heard her play?" "A long time," answered Theodore, and still forgetting Molly, he went on, "I wonder if you'd like to come to the house to-morrow to dinner and play for us. My mother was speaking about how much she'd enjoy it only a short time ago." Jinnie's eyes sparkled. "I should love to come," she answered gladly.