"
Apparently Jimmy maintained that the mother had changed it none
the less.
"Well, take it away from her," commanded Zoie. "Get it quick,
while she isn't looking." Then casting a furtive glance over her
shoulder to make sure that Aggie was still out of the room, she
indulged in a few dark threats to Jimmy, also some vehement
reminders of how he had DRAGGED her into that horrid old
restaurant and been the immediate cause of all the misfortunes
that had ever befallen her.
Could Jimmy have been sure that Aggie was out of ear-shot of
Zoie's conversation, the argument would doubtless have kept up
indefinitely-- as it was--the result was a quick acquiescence on
his part and by the time that Aggie returned to the room, Zoie
was wreathed in smiles.
"It's all right," she said sweetly. "Jimmy's going to get it."
Aggie looked at her sceptically. "Goodness knows I hope so," she
said, then added in despair, "Look at your cheeks. They're
flaming."
Once more the powder puff was called into requisition, and Zoie
turned a temporarily blanched face to Aggie. "Is that better?"
she asked.
"Very much," answered Aggie, "but how about your hair?"
"What's the matter with it?" asked Zoie. Her reflection betrayed
a coiffure that might have turned Marie Antoinette green with
envy.
"Would anybody think you'd been in bed for days?" asked Aggie.
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