"Somebody must have a new
baby," she faltered. "Somebody ALWAYS has a new baby."
"For their own personal USE, yes," admitted Aggie, "but who has a
new baby for US?"
"How do I know?" asked Zoie helplessly. "You're the one who
ought to know. You got me into this, and you've GOT to get me
out of it. Can you imagine," she asked, growing more and more
unhappy, "what would happen to me if Alfred were to come home now
and not find a baby? He wouldn't forgive a LITTLE lie, what would
he do with a WHOPPER like this?" Then with sudden decision, she
rushed toward the 'phone. "Let me talk to Jimmy," she said, and
the next moment she was chattering so rapidly and incoherently
over the 'phone that Aggie despaired of hearing one word that she
said, and retired to the next room to think out a new plan of
action.
"Say, Jimmy," stammered Zoie into the 'phone, "you've GOT to get
me a baby. If you don't, I'll kill myself! I will, Jimmy, I
will. You got me into this, Jimmy," she reminded him. "You've
GOT to get me out of it." And then followed pleadings and
coaxings and cajolings, and at length, a pause, during which
Jimmy was apparently able to get in a word or so. His answer was
not satisfactory to Zoie. "What!" she shrieked, tiptoeing to get
her lips closer to the receiver; then she added with conviction,
"the mother has no business to change her mind.
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