"I'm lost," said the boy, sighing deeply, "and I cried ever so long, but nobody would come, and my stars all went out." "Tell me about your stars," she said eagerly. "Are they sky stars?" "I dunno what sky stars are. My stars shine in my head lovely and I get warm. I'm cold all over and my heart hurts when they go out." "Oh!" murmured Jinnie. "I wish they'd always shine." "So do I." Then lifting an eager, sparkling face, he continued, "They're shinin' now, 'cause I found you." "Where're your folks?" asked Jinnie, swallowing hard. "I dunno. I lost 'em a long time ago, and went to live with Mag. She licked me every day, so--I just runned away--I've been here a awful long time." Jinnie considered a moment before explaining an idea that had slipped into her mind as if it belonged there. She would take him home with her. "You're going to Lafe's house," she announced presently. "Happy Pete and me and Peg live at Lafe Grandoken's home. Peggy makes bully soup." "And I'm so hungry," sighed the boy. "Where's the dog I heard barking?" He withdrew his hands, moving them outward, searching for something. The girl tried to push Pete forward, but the dog only snuggled closer to her. "Petey, dear, I'm ashamed of you!" she chided lovingly. "Can't you see the little fellow's trying to feel you?" Then Happy Pete, as if he also were ashamed, came within reach of the wavering hands, and crouched low, to be looked over with ten slender finger tips. "He's awful beautiful!" exclaimed the boy. "His hair's softer'n silk, and his body's as warm as warm can be." Jinnie contemplated Happy Pete's points of beauty. Never before had she thought him anything more than a homely, lovable dog, with squat little legs, and a pointed nose. In lightninglike comparison she brought to her mind the things she always considered beautiful--the spring violets, the summer roses, that belt of wonderful color skirting the afternoon horizon, and all the wonders of nature of which her romantic world consisted. The contrast between these and the shaking black dog, with his smudge of tangled hair hanging over his eyes, shocked Jinnie's artistic sense. "If----if you say he's beautiful, then he is," she stammered almost inaudibly. "Of course he is! What's your name?" "Jinnie. Jinnie Grandoken... What's yours?" "Blind Bobbie, or sometimes just Bobbie." "Well, I'll call you Bobbie, if you want me to.... I like you awful well. I feel it right in here." She pressed the boy's fingers to her side. "Oh, that's your heart!" he exclaimed. "I got one too! Feel it jump!" Jinnie's fingers pressed the spot indicated by the little boy. "My goodness," she exclaimed, "it'll jump out of your mouth, won't it?" "Nope! It always beats like that!" "Where's your mother?" asked Jinnie after a space.