"She's come up the fire-escape," cried Aggie; "she's beating Alfred to
death."
"What?" shrieked Zoie, making a flying leap from her coverlets.
"She's locking him in the bathroom," declared Aggie, and with that she
disappeared from the room, bent on rescue.
"My Alfred!" cried Zoie, tragically, and she started in pursuit of
Aggie.
"Wait a minute," called Jimmy, who had not yet been able to find
a satisfactory place in which to deposit his armful of clothes and
humanity. "What shall I do with these things?"
"Eat 'em," was Zoie's helpful retort, as the trailing end of her
negligee disappeared from the room.