For a time the two friends sewed in silence, then Zoie looked up with sudden anxiety.
“You're SURE Jimmy sent the wire?” she asked.
“I saw him write it,” answered Aggie, “while I was in the office to-day.”
“When will Alfred get it?” demanded Zoie eagerly.
“Oh, he won't GET it until to-morrow morning,” said Aggie. “I told you that to-day. It's a night message.”
“I wonder what he'll be doing when he gets it?” mused Zoie. There was a suspicion of a smile around her lips.
“What will he do AFTER he gets it?” questioned Aggie.
Looking up at her friend in alarm, Zoie suddenly ceased sewing. “You don't mean he won't come?” she gasped.
“Of course I don't,” answered Aggie. “He's only HUMAN if he is a husband.”
There was a sceptical expression around Zoie's mouth, but she did not pursue the subject. “How do you suppose that red baby will ever look in this pink basket?” she asked. And then with a regretful little sigh, she declared that she wished she'd “used blue.”