"Dat you vas found in de basket."
Balcome laughed, and Sue laughed with him. Even Ikey, guessing that he had inadvertently been more than usually witty, allowed a smile to come into those wet eyes.
"There!" cried Sue, putting both arms about him. "Momsey forgives."
"T'ank you. Und now I like to question—you don't go avay mit de preacher?"
"No! No!" Sue blushed like a girl.
"Den you don't marry mit him."
"N-n-n-n-no!"
"You feel better, don't you, old man?" inquired Balcome.
"Yes.—If I vas growed up, I vould marry mit her myself."
"Now little flattering chorister," said Sue, "there's something Momsey wants you to do. She'll have to leave here very soon. And before she goes she wants to hear that splendid voice again. So you go to the choirmaster, and ask him if he'll get all the boys together for Miss Susan, and have them sing something—something full of happiness, and hope."