ed to bolt for the door but Aggie's eyes were
upon him.
"Luncheon?" exclaimed Aggie and she regarded him with a puzzled
frown.
Zoie's hand was already over her lips, but too late.
Recovering from his somewhat bewildering sense of loss, Alfred,
too, was now beginning to sit up and take notice.
"What luncheon?" he demanded.
Zoie gazed from Alfred to Aggie, then at Jimmy, then resolving to
make a clean breast of the matter, she sidled toward Alfred with
her most ingratiating manner.
"Now, Alfred," she purred, as she endeavoured to act one arm
about his unsuspecting neck, "if you'll only listen, I'll tell
you the REAL TRUTH."
A wild despairing cry from Alfred, a dash toward the door by
Jimmy, and a determined effort on Aggie's part to detain her
spouse, temporarily interrupted Zoie's narrative.
But in spite of these discouragements, Zoie did eventually tell
Alfred the real truth, and before the sun had risen on the
beginning of another day, she had added to her confession,
promises whose happy fulfillment was evidenced for many years
after by the chatter of glad young voices, up and down the
stairway of Alfred's new suburban home, and the flutter of golden
curls in and out amongst the sunlight and shadows of his ample,
well kept grounds.
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