“My friend, Mr. Selden, is abroad,” she said in a low voice; “but he ought to know about Jacky at once. He will be glad—oh, so glad!—that he is safe. He loves Jacky!”
“But it’s my brother’s bird,” Blue broke out in blunt defiance. “It would kill Doodles to give up Caruso!”
“Oh, I did not mean that! No, no! Mr. Selden never would take him from your brother. He is the best man in the world—and the most sympathetic. But it would please him greatly to know that his pet is in kind hands.”
“IT WOULD KILL DOODLES TO GIVE UP CARUSO”
For a moment she was silent, while the red in her cheeks stole up to her fluffy yellow hair.
“I wonder,” she resumed, “if you would be willing to write and tell him about it. I will give you his address and paper and stamps and all, if you will be so good,” she added eagerly.
“Why, I suppose I can,” answered Blue, somewhat abashed by the unexpected request; “but I don’t write very well—”
“That makes no difference whatever! He will not care how the letter is written. He is not critical.”
“It seems as if you would be the best one to do it,” Blue boldly suggested.