"Where is it ?" asked Zoie.
"Give it to me," demanded Aggie.
Jimmy stared at them as though stupefied, then glanced uneasily
over his shoulder, to make sure that no one was pursuing him.
Aggie unbuttoned his ulster, seized a wee mite wrapped in a large
shawl, and clasped it to her bosom with a sigh of relief. "Thank
heaven!" she exclaimed, then crossed quickly to the bassinette
and deposited her charge.
In the meantime, having thrown discretion to the wind, Zoie had
hopped out of bed. As usual, her greeting to Jimmy was in the
nature of a reproach. "What kept you?" she demanded crossly.
"Yes," chimed in Aggie, who was now bending over the crib. "What
made you so long?"
"See here!" answered Jimmy hotly, "if you two think you can do
any better, you're welcome to the job," and with that he threw
off his overcoat and sank sullenly on the couch.
"Sh! sh!" exclaimed Zoie and Aggie, simultaneously, and they
glanced nervously toward Alfred's bedroom door.
Jimmy looked at them without comprehending why he should "sh."
They did not bother to explain. Instead, Zoie turned her back
upon him.
"Let's see it," she said, peeping into the bassinette. And then
with a little cry of disgust she again looked at Jimmy
reproachfully. "Isn't it ugly?" she said. Jimmy's contempt for
woman's ingratitude was too deep for words, and he only stared at
her in injured silence.
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