"Get into
SOMETHING, that's all."
"Then unhook me," commanded Zoie gaily, as she turned her back to
Aggie, and continued to admire the two "creations" on her arm.
So pleased was she with the picture of herself in either of the
garments that she began humming a gay waltz and swaying to the
rhythm.
"Stand still," commanded Aggie, but her warning was unnecessary,
for at that moment Zoie was transfixed by a horrible fear.
"Suppose," she said in alarm, "that Jimmy can't GET the baby?"
"He's GOT to get it," answered Aggie emphatically, and she undid
the last stubborn hook of Zoie's gown and put the girl from her.
"There, now, you're all unfastened," she said, "hurry and get
dressed."
"You mean undressed," laughed Zoie, as she let her pretty evening
gown fall lightly from her shoulders and drew on her pink
negligee. "Oh, Aggie!" she exclaimed, as she caught sight of her
reflection in the mirror, "isn't it a love? And you know," she
added. "Alfred just adores pink."
"Silly!" answered Aggie, but in spite of herself, she was quite
thrilled by the picture of the exquisite young creature before
her. Zoie had certainly never looked more irresistible. "Can't
you get some of that colour out of your cheeks," asked Aggie in
despair. "You look like a washerwoman."
"I'll put on some cold cream and powder," answered Zoie. She
flew to her dressing table; and in a moment there was a white
cloud in her immediate vicinity.
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