“Nothing of the sort,” snorted Alfred, and he glared at Jimmy threateningly. “You've frozen the child parading him around the streets.”
“Let me have him, Alfred,” begged Aggie sweetly; “I'll put him in his crib and keep him warm.”
Reluctantly Alfred released the boy. His eyes followed him to the crib with anxiety. “Where's his nurse?” he asked, as he glanced first from one to the other.
Zoie and Jimmy stared about the room as though expecting the desired person to drop from the ceiling. Then Zoie turned upon her unwary accomplice.
“Jimmy,” she called in a threatening tone, “where IS his nurse?”
“Does Jimmy take the nurse out, too?” demanded Alfred, more and more annoyed by the privileges Jimmy had apparently been usurping in his absence.
“Never mind about the nurse,” interposed Aggie. “Baby likes me better anyway. I'll tuck him in,” and she bent fondly over the crib, but Alfred was not to be so easily pacified.
“Do you mean to tell me,” he exclaimed excitedly, “that my boy hasn't any nurse?”
“We HAD a nurse,” corrected Zoie, “but—but I had to discharge her.”
Alfred glanced from one to the other for an explanation.