"Yes, that's right," assented Zoie, glad to be rid of all further
responsibility, "we'll let Jimmy fix it."
"Say, Jimmy," called Aggie excitedly, "you'll have to go straight
to the Children's Home and get that baby just as quickly as you
can. There's some red tape about the mother signing papers, but
don't mind about that. Make them give it to you to-night.
Hurry, Jimmy. Don't waste a minute."
There was evidently a protest from the other end of the wire, for
Aggie added impatiently, "Go on, Jimmy, do! You can EAT any
time." And with that she hung up the receiver.
"Its clothes," called Zoie frantically. "Tell him about the
clothes. I sent them this evening."
"Never mind about the clothes," answered Aggie. "We're lucky if
we get the baby."
"But I have to mind," persisted Zoie. "I gave all its other
things to the laundress. I wanted them to be nice and fresh.
And now the horrid old creature hasn't brought them back yet."
"You get into your OWN things," commanded Aggie.
"Where's my dressing gown?" asked Zoie, her elation revived by
the thought of her fine raiment, and with that she flew to the
foot of the bed and snatched up two of the prettiest negligees
ever imported from Paris. "Which do you like better?" she asked,
as she held them both aloft, "the pink or the blue?"
"It doesn't matter," answered Aggie wearily.
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