“I must go and tell Doodles!” cried Blue, and he dashed downstairs to find his brother in a panic of suspense, having heard just enough to cause him to imagine things worse than they really were.
“Caruso?” was his first questioning word, as he caught sight of Blue.
“Oh, he’s all right! Eatin’ as cool as anything!”
“An’ my violin?”
“Not a scratch on it!” Blue reassured him, and hastened to picture the disorder of the kitchen.
“I’m never going to be afraid again!” decided Doodles, when the story was told. “God didn’t let the lightning hurt us or Caruso or the violin, and now I know He won’t ever. Isn’t it nice!”
Blue laughed softly. “Guess you won’t think it’s so nice not to have a stove when you want your breakfast!”
“Oh, Granny’ll let us use hers!” was the contented reply.