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She armed herself with woman's weapons, and put on a brave face, though her heart thumped like some devilish machine, racking her mercilessly. The bell rang. She bent over the boy asleep in the bassinette and gave a mother's touch or two to the tiny coverlet. She heard the flat door open and Zora's rich voice inquire for Mrs. Dix.
"Sometimes," vouchsafed Winnie, "Miss Azalea would toss the baby into the bassinette, instead of laying her down. She always pitched her straight in, and baby liked it! You see, Miss Thorpe was very gentle with the child, and never missed her aim. But I was fair frightened to watch her." "You ought not to have allowed it, Winnie," Patty said, severely.
There were velvet sofas and chairs, white-lace curtains, polished floors, mirrors, hanging wardrobes, a sumptuous little bassinette for baby, and adjoining, as charming a room for their elder daughter a teacher in a day-school as any heiress to a large fortune could desire.
"That's funny," Patty said, "Winnie always has baby here at this hour. She takes her morning nap about now. Where can they be?" The bassinette was disordered, as if the child had been taken from it, and Patty looked at it in amazement. She ran around to several adjoining rooms, and returned, with a frightened face. "Elise, there's no sign of Baby or Winnie anywhere! What does it mean?" "Goodness!
Jimmy stared at them as though stupefied, then glanced uneasily over his shoulder, to make sure that no one was pursuing him. Aggie unbuttoned his ulster, seized a wee mite wrapped in a large shawl, and clasped it to her bosom with a sigh of relief. "Thank heaven!" she exclaimed, then crossed quickly to the bassinette and deposited her charge.
But Madame Bolivard, as has been remarked, was a brave femme; and allons donc! this was the least of the difficulties she had had to encounter during her life. Emmy bade her godspeed in her perils among the greengrocers. She went blithely about her household tasks, and sang and cooed deliciously to the child lying in its bassinette.
The grey girl had gone over to a dirty bassinette where a half-naked child sprawled. An ugly little girl with fat red cheeks was sitting on a stool beside it, close to an open locker wherein could be seen a number of old meat bones. "Your chickabiddies?" said the grey girl. "Aren't they sweet?" The young woman's face became illumined by a smile. "They're healthy," she said.
Zora was prepared for this attitude, which she had resolved not to countenance. She had come, in all her bravery, to bring Emmy to her senses. Emmy should be brought. She left the bassinette and sat down near her sister and smiled indulgently. "My dearest child, if you were so-called 'advanced people' and held all sorts of outrageous views, I might understand you.
She was bewildered by the storm of words, and could only say, rather stupidly: "Why can't it?" Emmy thew two or three short breaths. The notion had come again. The temptation was irresistible. Zora should know, having brought it on herself. She opened the door. "Madame Bolivard!" she cried. And when the Frenchwoman appeared she pointed to the bassinette. "Take baby into the bedroom.
He was making determinedly for the crib, his heart beating high with the pride of possession. Throwing back the coverlets of the bassinette, Alfred stared at the empty bed in silence, then he quickly turned to the two anxious women. "Where is he?" he asked, his eyes wide with terror. Zoie's lips opened to answer, but no words came. Alfred's eyes turned to Aggie.
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