“Wha’ ’d you say to her?” Blue queried.
Doodles repeated as much of the talk as he could recollect.
“And she’s comin’ again this morning?”
“I s’pose so—oh, don’t leave me alone, don’t!”
“’Course I won’t, kiddie! Wha’ d’ ye think I’m made of? I’ll like the fun o’ tendin’ to her! I ain’t afraid!”
Doodles drew a sigh of relief. Then his eyes grew anxious.
“You don’t think we ought to sell him—to help mother?”
“Naw! We’re gett’n’ along all right.”
Doodles settled back against his cushions and Blue’s assertion. How comforting it was to have a brother equal to emergencies!
Ten o’clock came before the be-plumed caller appeared. According to agreement, Blue was not in sight until she was seated. Then he sauntered in from the bedroom. That the woman was greatly disconcerted by his sudden entrance was plain, and Blue inwardly chuckled.