A dangerous light began to glitter in Zoie's eyes.
“Aggie!” she cried, bringing her small hands together excitedly, “do you think I COULD?”
“Why not?” asked Aggie, with a very superior air. Zoie's enthusiasm was increasing her friend's admiration of her own scheme. “This same paper tells of a woman who adopted three sons while her husband was in Europe, and he thinks each one of them is his.”
“Where can we get some?” cried Zoie, now thoroughly enamoured of the idea.
“You can always get TONS of them at the Children's Home,” answered Aggie confidently.
“I can't endure babies,” declared Zoie, “but I'd do ANYTHING to get Alfred back. Can we get one TO-DAY?” she asked.
Aggie looked at her small friend with positive pity. “You don't WANT one TO-DAY,” she explained.
Zoie rolled her large eyes inquiringly.
“If you were to get one to-day,” continued Aggie, “Alfred would know it wasn't yours, wouldn't he?”
A light of understanding began to show on Zoie's small features.