"We'll have to get ANOTHER baby, that's all," decided
Aggie. "There must be OTHER babies."
"Where?" asked Zoie.
"There, in the Children's Home," answered Aggie with great
confidence, and she returned to the 'phone.
Zoie crossed to the bed and knelt at its foot in search of her
little pink slippers.
"Oh, Aggie," she sighed, "the others were all so red!"
But Aggie did not heed her protest. "Listen, Jimmy," she called
in the 'phone, "can't you get another baby?" There was a pause,
then Aggie commanded hotly, "Well, GET in the business!" Another
pause and then Aggie continued very firmly, "Tell the
Superintendent that we JUST MUST have one."
Zoie stopped in the act of putting on her second slipper and
called a reminder to Aggie. "Tell him to get a HE one," she
said, "Alfred wants a boy."
"Take what you can get!" answered Aggie impatiently, and again
she gave her attention to the 'phone. "What!" she cried, with
growing despair, and Zoie waited to hear what had gone wrong now.
"Nothing under three months," explained Aggie.
"Won't that do?" asked Zoie innocently.
"Do!" echoed Aggie in disgust. "A three- months' old baby is as
big as a whale."
"Well, can't we say it GREW UP?" asked Zoie, priding herself on
her power of ready resource.
"Overnight, like a mushroom?" sneered Aggie.
Almost vanquished by her friend's new air of cold superiority,
Zoie was now on the verge of tears.
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