"
"Eight long hours," sighed Zoie dismally. And Aggie looked at
her reproachfully, forgetting that it is always the last hour
that is hardest to bear. Zoie resumed her sewing resignedly.
Aggie was meditating whether she should read her young friend a
lecture on the value of patience, when the telephone began to
ring violently.
Zoie looked up from her sewing with a frown. "You answer it,
will you, Aggie?" she said. "I can't let go this thread."
"Hello," called Aggie sweetly over the 'phone; then she added in
surprise, "Is this you, Jimmy dear?" Apparently it was; and as
Zoie watched Aggie's face, with its increasing distress she
surmised that Jimmy's message was anything but "dear."
"Good heavens!" cried Aggie over the telephone, "that's awful!"
"Isn't Alfred coming?" was the first question that burst from
Zoie's lips.
Aggie motioned to Zoie to be quiet. "TO- NIGHT!" she exclaimed.
"To-night!" echoed Zoie joyfully; and without waiting for more
details and with no thought beyond the moment, she flew to her
dressing table and began arranging her hair, powdering her face,
perfuming her lips, and making herself particularly alluring for
the prodigal husband's return.
Now the far-sighted Aggie was experiencing less pleasant
sensations at the phone. "A special?" she was saying to Jimmy.
"When did Alfred GET the message?" There was a slight pause.
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