"Oh, Aggie, what can I do?" she
cried.
But Aggie was not satisfied with Zoie's fragmentary account of
her latest escapade. "Is that the only thing that Alfred has
against you?" she asked.
"That's the LATEST," sniffled Zoie, in a heap at Aggie's feet.
And then she continued in a much aggrieved tone, "You know he's
ALWAYS rowing because we haven't as many babies as the cook has
cats."
"Well, why don't you get him a baby?" asked the practical,
far-seeing Aggie.
"It's too late NOW," moaned Zoie.
"Not at all," reassured Aggie. "It's the very thing that would
bring him back."
"How COULD I get one?" questioned Zoie, and she looked up at
Aggie with round astonished eyes.
"Adopt it," answered Aggie decisively.
Zoie regarded her friend with mingled disgust and disappointment.
"No," she said with a sigh and a shake of her head, "that
wouldn't do any good. Alfred's so fussy. He always wants his
OWN things around."
"He needn't know," declared Aggie boldly.
"What do you mean?" whispered Zoie.
Drawing herself up with an air of great importance, and regarding
the wondering young person at her knee with smiling
condescension, Aggie prepared to make a most interesting
disclosure.
"There was a long article in the paper only this morning," she
told Zoie, "saying that three thousand husbands in this VERY CITY
are fondling babies not their own.
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