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And now, Aggie's heart lying stone-like within her as she followed Cosmo with his treasure, her brain was alive and active for his sake. Joan was herself again, Cosmo had set her down, and they were walking side by side. "What are they going to do?" thought Aggie. "Are they going straight home together? Why does she come now the old laird is gone?"
Zoie turned her small head to one side, the better to study Aggie's face. It was apparent to the latter that she must be much more explicit. "Babies adopted in their absence," explained Aggie, "while they were on trips around the country." A dangerous light began to glitter in Zoie's eyes. "Aggie!" she cried, bringing her small hands together excitedly, "do you think I COULD?"
"Yes," said Alfred, mistaking Aggie's surprise for a compliment to his resource; "and now, Aggie, if you'll just stay with Zoie for a minute I'll have a look at my boys." "No, no!" exclaimed Aggie, nervously, and she placed herself again in front of the bedroom door. Alfred was plainly annoyed by her proprietory air. "They're asleep," explained Aggie.
"From what I can gather so far, I should say none." Aggie's heart gave a great bound of recovery. "But if," the doctor went on, "as you say " "I know" cried Arthur, "you needn't say it. You won't answer for the consequences?" "I won't. For the consequences, a woman in the weak state your wife is in may answer herself with her life." Aggie was immensely relieved.
"I suppose," said Zoie, as her eyebrows assumed a bored angle, "there are SOME babies in the world outside of Children's Homes." "Of course," was Aggie's enthusiastic rejoinder; "there's one born every minute." "But I was born BETWEEN minutes," protested Jimmy. "Who's talking about you?" snapped Zoie. Again Aggie exclaimed that she "had it."
The scattered bits of conversation that Zoie was able to gather from Aggie's end of the wire did not tend to soothe her over-excited nerves. As for Alfred, he was fortunately so engrossed with the babies that he took little notice of what Aggie was saying. "What woman?" asked Aggie into the 'phone. "Where's she from?" The answer was evidently not reassuring.
Many things at Mertle were strange for her interlocutor, but nothing perhaps as yet had been so strange as the sight of this arrangement for little Aggie's protection; an arrangement made in the interest of her remaining as a young person of her age and her monde so her aunt would have put it should remain.
He kissed each one of us twice, once for himself and once for Dorothea, and flushed a little over doing it, and Aggie's eyes were full of tears. He rode away down the trail like a mixture of Robinson Crusoe and Indian brave, his rubbing-fire stick, his sundial with burned figures, and his bow and arrow jingling, his eagle feather blowing back in the wind, and his moccasined feet thrust into Mr.
She IS extremely pretty with extraordinary red hair and a complexion to match; great rarities I believe, in that race and latitude. She gave me the portrait frame and all. The frame is Neapolitan enough and little Aggie's charming." Then Vanderbank subjoined: "But not so charming as little Nanda." "Little Nanda? have you got HER?" The old man was all eagerness.
And then with a sudden abandonment of grief, she threw herself prostrate at her friend's knees. "Oh, Aggie, what can I do?" she cried. But Aggie was not satisfied with Zoie's fragmentary account of her latest escapade. "Is that the only thing that Alfred has against you?" she asked. "That's the LATEST," sniffled Zoie, in a heap at Aggie's feet.
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