"Alfred likes it that way," was Zoie's defence.
"Turn around," said Aggie, without deigning to argue the matter
further. And she began to remove handfuls of hairpins from the
yellow knotted curls.
"What are you doing?" exclaimed Zoie, as she sprayed her white
neck and arms with her favourite perfume.
Aggie did not answer.
Zoie leaned forward toward the mirror to smooth out her eyebrows
with the tips of her perfumed fingers. "Good gracious," she
cried in horror as she caught sight of her reflection. "You're
not going to put my hair in a pigtail!"
"That's the way invalids always have their hair," was Aggie's
laconic reply, and she continued to plait the obstinate curls.
"I won't have it like that!" declared Zoie, and she shook herself
free from Aggie's unwelcome attentions and proceeded to unplait
the hateful pigtail. "Alfred would leave me."
Aggie shrugged her shoulders.
"If you're going to make a perfect fright of me," pouted Zoie, "I
just won't see him."
"He isn't coming to see YOU," reminded Aggie. "He's coming to
see the baby."
"If Jimmy doesn't come soon, I'll not HAVE any baby," answered
Zoie.
"Get into bed," said Aggie, and she proceeded to turn down the
soft lace coverlets.
"Where did I put my cap?" asked Zoie. Her eyes caught the small
knot of lace and ribbons for which she was looking, and she
pinned it on top of her saucy little curls.
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