Wearily she rose from her seat and with a last look at the baby, was going towards the kitchen, when suddenly the doorbell rang violently. The baby started in its sleep. Indignant at the noise Fanny went and opened.
"Is that you, Jim?" she asked crossly.
"Yes," he called out.
"Well, I like your nerve!" she ejaculated. "Couldn't you make less noise? You woke the baby!"
Her husband entered, attired in a heavy overcoat, the collar of which was turned up. His nose was blue, his eyes red and he was shivering with cold.
"Gee! but it's tough weather, all right!"
Taking off his overcoat and muffler, and placing them on a chair together with his lunch box, he crossed the room to the radiator to warm his hands. Fanny, still fuming, went to the baby carriage, folded the blanket and arranged the cushions. Angrily she exclaimed:
"Is that why you must ring the bell and wake the baby when you have the key? Don't you think I've got enough to do running this flat and cooking for three people and looking after the baby without having to go and open the door for you? Why didn't you open it yourself?"
Her husband looked at her in a stupid kind of way. With a grin he said:
"Well, if you must know, I've lost my key."