“Oh yes, indeed,” said Aggie confidently, and she turned to Jimmy with a matter-of-fact tone. “You'd better tell the Superintendent to have several for us to look at when the time arrives.”
“Yes, that's better,” agreed Zoie.
As for Jimmy, he had long ceased to make any audible comment, but internally he was saying to himself: “man of strong mettle, indeed!”
“We'll attend to all the clothes for the child,” said Aggie generously to Jimmy.
“I want everything to be hand-made,” exclaimed Zoie enthusiastically.
“We can make a great many of the things ourselves, evenings,” said Aggie, “while we sit here and talk to Jimmy.”
“I thought we were going OUT evenings!” objected Zoie.
Jimmy rolled his eyes toward her like a dumb beast of burden.
“MOST evenings,” assented Aggie. “And then toward the last, you know, Zoie——” she hesitated to explain further, for Jimmy was already becoming visibly embarrassed.
“Oh, yes, that's true,” blushed Zoie.