“Jimmy will have to arrange that with the Superintendent of the Home,” answered Aggie with decision, and she turned toward the 'phone to instruct Jimmy accordingly.
“Yes, that's right,” assented Zoie, glad to be rid of all further responsibility, “we'll let Jimmy fix it.”
“Say, Jimmy,” called Aggie excitedly, “you'll have to go straight to the Children's Home and get that baby just as quickly as you can. There's some red tape about the mother signing papers, but don't mind about that. Make them give it to you to-night. Hurry, Jimmy. Don't waste a minute.”
There was evidently a protest from the other end of the wire, for Aggie added impatiently, “Go on, Jimmy, do! You can EAT any time.” And with that she hung up the receiver.
“Its clothes,” called Zoie frantically. “Tell him about the clothes. I sent them this evening.”
“Never mind about the clothes,” answered Aggie. “We're lucky if we get the baby.”
“But I have to mind,” persisted Zoie. “I gave all its other things to the laundress. I wanted them to be nice and fresh. And now the horrid old creature hasn't brought them back yet.”
“You get into your OWN things,” commanded Aggie.
“Where's my dressing gown?” asked Zoie, her elation revived by the thought of her fine raiment, and with that she flew to the foot of the bed and snatched up two of the prettiest negligees ever imported from Paris. “Which do you like better?” she asked, as she held them both aloft, “the pink or the blue?”
“It doesn't matter,” answered Aggie wearily. “Get into SOMETHING, that's all.”