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Jimmy had his misgivings about it being Bridget's "LUCKY day," but it was not for him to delay matters by dwelling upon the eccentricities of Zoie's character, and when Mrs. O'Flarety had deposited Bridget in Jimmy's short arms and slipped a well filled nursing bottle into his overcoat pocket, he took his leave hastily, lest the excited woman add Bridget's twin to her willing offering.
"Oh, my darling!" cried Alfred, with deep concern as he rushed to Zoie and began frantically patting her hands. "My poor frightened darling!" Then he turned to the officer, his sense of injury welling high within him, "You see what these people have done to my wife? She's fainted." Ignoring the uncomplimentary remarks of O'Flarety, he again bent over Zoie.
The conversation between O'Flarety and the maid in the hallway was not reassuring. Jimmy decided to take a chance with the Italian mother, and as fast as he could, he streaked it toward the opposite door. The shrieks and denunciations that he met from this direction were more disconcerting than those of the Irish father.
"How should I know?" cried Zoie, too exhausted for further lying. "What!" exclaimed Alfred, his hand on his forehead. "I only borrowed them," said Zoie, "to get you home," and with that she sank back on the couch and closed her eyes. "What did I tell you?" cried the triumphant O'Flarety.
The knob of the door handle was turning he vaulted into the bed and drew the covers over his head just as O'Flarety, trembling with excitement, and pursued by Maggie, burst into the room. "Lave go of me," cried O'Flarety to Maggie, who clung to his arm in a vain effort to soothe him, and flinging her off, he made straight for the bed.
O'Flarety felt herself suddenly lifted to a position of importance. "Think of the purty Mrs. Hardy a wantin' my little Bridget," she exclaimed, and she began to dwell upon the romantic possibilities of her offspring's future under the care of such a "foine stylish lady and concluded by declaring it 'a lucky day entoirely."
"I guess they're your'n all right," admitted the officer doggedly, and he grudgingly released the three infants to their rightful parents. "I guess they'd better be," shouted O'Flarety; then he and the Italian woman made for the door with their babes pressed close to their hearts. "Wait a minute," cried Alfred. "I want an understanding." O'Flarety turned in the doorway and raised a warning fist.
"What did I tell you?" shouted O'Flarety. This hateful reminder brought Alfred again to the protection of his young and defenceless wife. "The excitement has unnerved her," he said to the officer. "Ain't you about done with my kids?" asked O'Flarety, marvelling how any man with so little penetration as the officer, managed to hold down a "good payin' job."
Again Zoie was reviving and again Alfred lifted her in his arms and begged her to assure the officer that the babies in question were hers. "Let's hear her SAY it," demanded O'Flarety. "You SHALL hear her," answered Alfred, with confidence. Then he beckoned to the officer to approach, explaining that Zoie was very weak.
Clasping her long-sought darling to her heart and weeping with delight, the Italian mother was about to follow O'Flarety through the door when Zoie staggered into the room, weak and exhausted. "You, you!" called the indignant Zoie to the departing mother. "How dare you lock my husband in the bathroom?" She pointed to the key, which the woman still unconsciously clasped in her hand.
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