"We can't advertise NOW," protested Zoie. "It's too late for
that."
"Sh! Sh!" answered Aggie, as she snatched the paper quickly from
the table and began running her eyes up and down its third page.
"Married-- married," she murmured, and then with delight she
found the half column for which she was searching. "Born," she
exclaimed triumphantly. "Here we are! Get a pencil, Zoie, and
we'll take down all the new ones."
"Of course," agreed Zoie, clapping her hands in glee, "and Jimmy
can get a taxi and look them right up."
"Oh, CAN he?" shouted Jimmy as he rose with clenched fists. "Now
you two, see here----"
Before Jimmy could complete his threat, there was a sharp ring of
the door bell. He looked at the two women inquiringly.
"It's the mother," cried Zoie in a hoarse whisper.
"The mother!" repeated Jimmy in terror and he glanced uncertainly
from one door to the other.
"Cover up the baby!" called Zoie, and drawing Jimmy's overcoat
quickly from his arm, Aggie threw it hurriedly over the cradle.
For an instant Jimmy remained motionless in the centre of the
room, hatless, coatless, and shorn of ideas. A loud knock on the
door decided him and he sank with trembling knees behind the
nearest armchair, just as Zoie made a flying leap into the bed
and prepared to draw the cover over her head.
The knock was repeated and Aggie signalled to Zoie to answer it.
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