"Up to you," said Eddie.
"What about me?" asked Pat. "I'm damned if I'll brave the cold. Put me out, and I won't let Sue come in my house."
Mrs. Cudahy's brow registered deep thought. "Papa and I will sleep in the music room," she said, "and Dot and Sue can sleep in the big bedroom, and Eddie and Pat can have the small one, and I'll get Jimmie up, and he can sleep on the cot in the music room with us."
Everybody seemed satisfied except Eddie. He looked very much disturbed. Mrs. Cudahy suggested coffee for all before retiring, and as they moved toward the kitchen, Eddie got close to Dot and whispered, "I have something to tell you."
After Dot had nibbled a Uneeda biscuit and gone to bed and while Sue was saying good night to Pat in the dining-room, Eddie came in to see Dot.
"Listen," he said, "I was talking to Pat. He knows a fellow in the furniture business, and he can get a crib wholesale. As long as we're going to have this kid, it's gotta have a place to sleep, don't it? Good night."
He kissed her and sped down the hall to the other room. Dot cuddled further into Sue's nightgown and sighed contentedly.
"Oh, yes, and Merry Christmas," she called in answer to Mr. Cudahy's good night.
Maude McLaughlin seemed an awful damn fool.
