Doodles took a few swallows, and Blue finished it.
“Ugh!” ejaculated the elder boy, “that’s worse’n the weather!”
Setting the glass in a safe corner, he dropped beside his brother, but as he glanced down, terror clutched him. He had never seen Doodles look like that. He took one of the small hands in his own. It was damp and cold! He dashed into the kitchen for a fan. None was in sight, and he came back with a newspaper, which he began to wave frantically over Doodles.
“No—please don’t!” begged the child. “It tires me!”
Blue’s hand dropped. “Thought ’twould make you cooler,” he said in dismay.
“B’ys!”
It was Granny’s voice, and Blue turned to see the quaint little figure at the foot of the stairs.
“Coom down, th’ both o’ ye! It’s shure too br’ilin’ f’r ye up undher th’ roof.”
“It is!” Blue ejaculated. “We’ll be down in a jiffy—and thank you!”
He grasped Doodles with, “Put your arms round my neck, kiddie!”