Jinnie's

Before Lafe's mental vision rose Jinnie's lovely face, her parted lips and self-assured smile.

Rose O'Paradise Grace Miller White 1912

His glance through the window had shown him Jinnie's pale face and her dark head drooping against Mr. King's shoulder.

Rose O'Paradise Grace Miller White 1912

Those words were Bobbie's last earthly appeal to her, and Jinnie's face blanched in recollection.

Rose O'Paradise Grace Miller White 1912

Suddenly, without a word, she snatched the girl close to her broad breast and pressed her lips on Jinnie's with resounding smacks.

Rose O'Paradise Grace Miller White 1912

Jinnie's receptive face caused the cobbler to proceed:

Rose O'Paradise Grace Miller White 1912

The contrast between these and the shaking black dog, with his smudge of tangled hair hanging over his eyes, shocked Jinnie's artistic sense.

Rose O'Paradise Grace Miller White 1912

Jinnie's heart was skipping about like a silly little kitten as she sat watching Peg's stiff fingers making large stitches in the lace.

Rose O'Paradise Grace Miller White 1912

The sudden upfling of Jinnie's head cut off his words.

Rose O'Paradise Grace Miller White 1912

He refrained, however, from mentioning he was Jinnie's relative.

Rose O'Paradise Grace Miller White 1912

There was a ring of truth in Jinnie's words, and he began to believe her.

Rose O'Paradise Grace Miller White 1912