"Jimmy!" thundered the infuriated Alfred. "You've called my boy
'Jimmy'? Why 'Jimmy'?"
For once Zoie was without an answer.
After waiting in vain for any response, Alfred advanced upon the
uncomfortable Jimmy.
"You seem to be very popular around here," he sneered.
Jimmy shifted uneasily from one foot to the other and studied the
pattern of the rug upon which he was standing.
After what seemed an age to Jimmy, Alfred turned his back upon
his old friend and started toward his bedroom. Jimmy peeped out
uneasily from his long eyelashes. When Alfred reached the
threshold, he faced about quickly and stared again at Jimmy for
an explanation. It seemed to Jimmy that Alfred's nostrils were
dilating. He would not have been surprised to see Alfred snort
fire. He let his eyes fall before the awful spectacle of his
friend's wrath. Alfred's upper lip began to curl. He cast a
last withering look in Jimmy's direction, retired quickly from
the scene and banged the door.
When Jimmy again had the courage to lift his eyes he was
confronted by the contemptuous gaze of Zoie, who was sitting up
in bed and regarding him with undisguised disapproval.
"Why didn't you tell him what the baby's name is?" she demanded.
"How do _I_ know what the baby's name is?" retorted Jimmy
savagely.
"Sh! sh!" cautioned Aggie as she glanced nervously toward the
door through which Alfred had just passed.
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