"Of course I don't," answered Aggie. "He's only HUMAN if he is a
husband."
There was a sceptical expression around Zoie's mouth, but she did
not pursue the subject. "How do you suppose that red baby will
ever look in this pink basket?" she asked. And then with a
regretful little sigh, she declared that she wished she'd "used
blue."
"I didn't think the baby that we chose was so horribly red," said
Aggie.
"Red!" cried Zoie, "it's magenta." And again her thread broke.
"Oh, darn!" she exclaimed in annoyance, and once more rethreaded
her needle. "I couldn't look at it," she continued with a
disgusted little pucker of her face. "I wish they had let us
take it this afternoon so I could have got used to it before
Alfred gets here."
"Now don't be silly," scolded Aggie. "You know very well that
the Superintendent can't let it leave the home until its mother
signs the papers. It will be here the first thing in the
morning. You'll have all day to get used to it before Alfred
gets here."
"ALL DAY," echoed Zoie, and the corners of her mouth began to
droop. "Won't Alfred be here before TO-MORROW NIGHT?"
Aggie was becoming exasperated by Zoie's endless questions. "I
told you," she explained wearily, "that the wire won't be
delivered until to-morrow morning, it will take Alfred eight
hours to get here, and there may not be a train just that
minute.
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