There was an instant's pause, then putting disagreeable thoughts
from her mind, Aggie turned to Zoie with renewed enthusiasm.
"We must get down to business," she said, "we'll begin on the
baby's outfit at once."
"Its what?" queried Zoie.
"Its clothes," explained Aggie.
"Oh, what fun!" exclaimed Zoie, and she clapped her hands merrily
like a very small child. A moment later she stopped with sudden
misgiving.
"But, Aggie," she said fearfully, "suppose Alfred shouldn't come
back after I've got the baby? I'd be a widow with a child."
"Oh, he's sure to come back!" answered Aggie, with a confident
air. "He'll take the first train, home."
"I believe he will," assented Zoie joyfully. All her clouds were
again dispelled. "Aggie," she cried impulsively, "you are a
darling. You have just saved my life." And she clasped her arms
so tightly around Aggie's neck that her friend was in danger of
being suffocated.
Releasing herself Aggie continued with a ruffled collar and
raised vanity: "You can write him an insinuating letter now and
then, just to lead up to the good news gradually."
Zoie tipped her small head to one side and studied her friend
thoughtfully. "Do you know, Aggie," she said, with frank
admiration, "I believe you are a better liar than I am."
"I'm NOT a liar," objected Aggie vehemently, "at least, not
often," she corrected.
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