“Because Daphne and I look alike?” she questioned.
Doodles shook his head. “Because you are so beautiful,” he replied bravely.
The girl laughed her remonstrance, yet she did not appear to be displeased, and Doodles smiled shyly up at her.
“I have come to thank you for sending your bird to me,” she began.
“Oh! did Caruso comfort you?” cried Doodles.
Her delicate face grew pinker—and even prettier, the boy thought.
“I enjoyed his singing very much,” she said. “Indeed, his coming has led to such pleasant things, life seems to have been made all over for me.”
“I am just as glad, glad!” he rejoiced. “Caruso is a dear comforter—why, he comforts me all the time!”
The girl’s eyes suddenly grew soft and glistening, and she gave no response.
Caruso, with his usual courtesy, flung a little carol into the pause, and that brought about the visitor’s asking Doodles to sing for her.