“Jimmy crazy about my baby?” exclaimed Alfred incredulously. “He always said babies were 'little red worms.'”
“Not this one,” answered Zoie sweetly.
“No, indeed,” chimed in Aggie. “He acts as though he owned it.”
“Oh, DOES he?” exclaimed Alfred hotly. “I'll soon put a stop to that,” he declared. “Where did he take him?”
Again the two women looked at each other inquiringly, then Aggie stammered evasively.
“Oh, j-just downstairs—somewhere.”
“I'll LOOK j-just downstairs somewhere,” decided Alfred, and he snatched up his hat and started toward the door.
“Alfred!” cried Zoie in alarm.
Coming back to her bedside to reassure her, Alfred was caught in a frantic embrace. “I'll be back in a minute, dear,” he said, but Zoie clung to him and pleaded desperately.
“You aren't going to leave me the very first thing?”