A soft, suspicious-sounding “No” sent Blue over to the window, hands dripping.
With a little protesting gesture Doodles turned to the doubtful comfort of his pillows, and began to sob.
“Why, kiddie!” Blue drew him into his arms. “Is the pain so bad?”
The fair head shook decidedly.
“What in the world is it then?”
The sobbing increased.
“If you won’t tell me, how can I do anything for you?” Blue gave a soft laugh. “Shall I get some medicine?”
“N—no.”
Caruso started to sing again, and Doodles pressed his head close against his brother, as if striving to shut out the sounds.
“Does his singing hurt you?” Blue asked in some surprise.