"Wait, Jimmy," again commanded Aggie, and she took his coat
gently but firmly from him.
"Now, see here," argued Jimmy, trying to get free from his
strong-minded spouse, "you know perfectly well that that
washerwoman isn't going to let us have that baby."
"Nonsense," called Zoie over her shoulder, while she scribbled a
hurried note to the washerwoman. "If she won't let us have it
'for keeps,' I'll just 'rent it.' "
"Good Lord!" exclaimed Jimmy in genuine horror. "Warm, fresh,
palpitating babies rented as you would rent a gas stove!"
"That's all a pose," declared Aggie, in a matter-of-fact tone.
"You think babies 'little red worms,' you've said so."
Jimmy could not deny it.
"She'll be only too glad to rent it," declared Zoie, as she
glanced hurriedly through the note just written, and slipped it,
together with a bill, into an envelope. "I'll pay her anything.
It's only until I can get another one."
"Another!" shouted Jimmy, and his eyes turned heavenward for
help. "An endless chain with me to put the links together!"
"Don't be so theatrical," said Aggie, irritably, as she took up
Jimmy's coat and prepared to get him into it.
"Why DO you make such a fuss about NOTHING," sighed Zoie.
"Nothing?" echoed Jimmy, and he looked at her with wondering
eyes. "I crawl about like a thief in the night snatching babies
from their mother's breasts, and you call THAT nothing?"
"You don't have to 'CRAWL,' " reminded Zoie, "you can take a
taxi.
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