Then, suddenly, a fresh argument came in sight. It looked plausible.
“I don’t see the sense of her bein’ sick anyway, with all she’s got,—a dandy house to live in, and new clothes, and an automobile, and nothin’ to do, and—everything! I guess if all that can’t cure her, you can’t!”
But Doodles smiled, undaunted.
“Caruso is better than anything she has! She can’t help loving Caruso!”
“Well,—” Blue got up. If he must, the sooner it was over with, the better. He disappeared in the bedroom, to make ready for the dreaded errand.
Doodles listened with a smile that soon lost itself in anxious lines. Blue was making a good deal of noise—a good deal even for him.
“Oh, wait a minute!” cried the small brother, as Blue dashed out and caught up the cage without a word.
He halted.
“You—want to go, don’t you?”
“Sure!” was the grinning answer. “As if I didn’t always enjoy callin’ on young ladies!”