"How's that?" she called to Aggie, as she turned her head to one
side and surveyed the result of her experiment with a critical
eye.
Aggie shot a grudging glance at the bassinette. "I wish you
wouldn't bother me every moment," she said. "I'll never get all
these things finished."
Apparently Zoie decided that the bow was properly placed, for she
applied herself to sewing it fast to the lining. In her
excitement she gave the thread a vicious pull. "Oh, dear, oh
dear, my thread is always breaking!" she sighed in vexation.
"You're excited," said Aggie.
"Wouldn't YOU be excited," questioned Zoie' "if you were
expecting a baby and a husband in the morning?"
"I suppose I should," admitted Aggie.
For a time the two friends sewed in silence, then Zoie looked up
with sudden anxiety.
"You're SURE Jimmy sent the wire?" she asked.
"I saw him write it," answered Aggie, "while I was in the office
to-day."
"When will Alfred get it?" demanded Zoie eagerly.
"Oh, he won't GET it until to-morrow morning," said Aggie. "I
told you that to-day. It's a night message."
"I wonder what he'll be doing when he gets it?" mused Zoie.
There was a suspicion of a smile around her lips.
"What will he do AFTER he gets it?" questioned Aggie.
Looking up at her friend in alarm, Zoie suddenly ceased sewing.
"You don't mean he won't come?" she gasped.
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