“You know, Zoie,” explained Aggie, divining her thought, “they get better looking as they grow older.”
“They couldn't look worse!” was Zoie's disgusted comment.
“Fetch it home, Jimmy,” said Aggie.
“What!” exclaimed Jimmy, who had considered his mission completed.
“You don't expect US to carry it, do you?” asked Aggie in a hurt voice.
The Superintendent settled the difficulty temporarily by informing them that the baby could not possibly leave the home until the mother had signed the necessary papers for its release.
“I thought all those details had been attended to,” said Aggie, and again the two women surveyed Jimmy with grieved disappointment.
“I'll get the mother's signature the first thing in the morning,” volunteered the Superintendent.
“Very well,” said Zoie, “and in the meantime, I'll send some new clothes for it,” and with a lofty farewell to the Superintendent, she and Aggie followed Jimmy down stairs to the taxi.
“Now,” said Zoie, when they were properly seated, “let's stop at a telegraph office and let Jimmy send a wire to Alfred.”