Bobbie felt his way to the door, and Peggy came in answer to the child's call. "I only thought of the twenty-five dollars and the fiddling, Peggy," said Jinnie as Mrs. Grandoken rolled her hands in her apron and sat down. "Did you say I couldn't go in these clothes?" "I did; I sure did. You can't go in them clothes, an' what you're goin' to wear is more'n I can make out. I'll have to think.... Just let me alone for a little while." It was after Jinnie had gone to bed with Bobbie that Peg spoke about it again to Lafe. "I've only got one thing I could rig her a dress out of," she said. "I don't want to do it because I hate her so! If I hated her any worse, I'd bust!" The cobbler raised his hand, making a gesture of denial. "Peggy, dear, you don't hate the poor little lass." "Yes, I do," said Peg. "I hate everybody in the world but you.... Everybody but you, Lafe." "What'd you think might make a dress for 'er?" asked Grandoken presently. Before answering, Peg brought her feet together and looked down at her toes. "There's them lace curtains ma give me when she died," she said. "Them that's wrapped up in paper on the shelf." Lafe uttered a surprised ejaculation. "I couldn't let you do that, Peg," he said, shaking his head. "Them's the last left over from your mother's stuff. Everything else's gone.... I couldn't let you, Peggy." Mrs. Grandoken gave a shake of defiance. "Whose curtains be they, Lafe?" she asked. "Be they mine or yourn?" "Yourn, Peggy dear, and may God bless you!" All through the night Jinnie had dreadful dreams. The thought of either not going to Mr. King's or that she might not have anything fit to wear filled the hours with nightmares and worryings. In the morning, after she crawled out of bed and was wearily dressing Bobbie, the little blind boy felt intuitively something was wrong with his friend. "Is Jinnie sick?" he whispered, feeling her face. "My stars ain't shinin' much." The girl kissed him. "No, honey," she said, "Jinnie's only sad, not sick." Together they went into the shop, where Peggy stood with the most gorgeous lacy stuff draped over her arms. Strewn here and there over the yards and yards of it were bright yellow and red roses. Nothing could have been more beautiful to the girl, as with widening eyes she gazed at it. Lafe's face was shining with happiness. Peggy didn't seem to notice the two as they entered, but she lifted the lace, displaying its length stolidly. Jinnie bounded forward. "What is it, Peg? What is it?" Lafe beamed through his spectacles. "A dress for you, girl dear. Peggy's givin' you the things she loves best. She's the only woman in the world, Jinnie." Reverently Jinnie went to Mrs. Grandoken's side. She felt abjectly humble in the presence of this great sacrifice. She looked up into the glum face of the cobbler's wife and waited in breathless hesitation. Peg permitted her eyes to fall upon the girl.