And once you get your arms around a man's neck, you can
MANAGE him."
Aggie looked down at the small person with distinct disapproval.
"Now, don't you make too much fuss over Alfred," she continued.
"YOU'RE the one who's to do the forgiving. Don't forget that!
What's more," she reminded Zoie, "you're very, very weak." But
before she had time to instruct Zoie further there was a sharp,
quick ring at the outer door.
The two women glanced at each other inquiringly. The next
instant a man's step was heard in the hallway.
"How is she, Mary?" demanded someone in a voice tense with
anxiety.
"It's Alfred!" exclaimed Zoie.
"And we haven't any baby!" gasped Aggie.
"What shall I do?" cried Zoie.
"Lie down," commanded Aggie, and Zoie had barely time to fall
back limply on the pillows when the excited young husband burst
into the room.
CHAPTER XVI
When Alfred entered Zoie's bedroom he glanced about him in
bewilderment. It appeared that he was in an enchanted chamber.
Through the dim rose light he could barely perceive his young
wife. She was lying white and apparently lifeless on her
pillows. He moved cautiously toward the bed, but Aggie raised a
warning finger. Afraid to speak, he grasped Aggie's hand and
searched her face for reassurance; she nodded toward Zoie, whose
eyes were closed. He tiptoed to the bedside, sank on his knees
and reverently kissed the small hand that hung limply across the
side of the bed.
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