"What is
it?" she asked eagerly.
"There must be OTHER babies' Homes," said Aggie, and she glanced
at Jimmy from her superior height.
"They aren't open all night like corner drug stores," growled
Jimmy.
"Well, they ought to be," decided Zoie.
"And surely," argued Aggie, "in an extraordinary case--like----"
"This was an 'extraordinary case,' " declared Jimmy, "and you saw
what happened this time, and the Superintendent is a friend of
mine--at least he WAS a friend of mine." And with that Jimmy sat
himself down on the far corner of the couch and proceeded to
ruminate on the havoc that these two women had wrought in his
once tranquil life.
Zoie gazed at Jimmy in deep disgust; her friend Aggie had made an
excellent suggestion, and instead of acting upon it with
alacrity, here sat Jimmy sulking like a stubborn child.
"I suppose," said Zoie, as her eyebrows assumed a bored angle,
"there are SOME babies in the world outside of Children's Homes."
"Of course," was Aggie's enthusiastic rejoinder; "there's one
born every minute."
"But I was born BETWEEN minutes," protested Jimmy.
"Who's talking about you?" snapped Zoie.
Again Aggie exclaimed that she "had it."
"She's got it twice as bad," groaned Jimmy, and he wondered what
new form her persecution of him was about to take.
"Where is the morning paper?" asked Aggie, excitedly.
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