“Oh, how lovely!”
“She’s going to do mending for Mrs. Fleming, and make some dresses for Daphne, and sew for the rest of ’em,—I do’ know what,—and help out any time. And they don’t charge us a cent more here than we paid at The Flatiron, and the steam is brought right down in pipes from their house! The wires come from there, too! Did you see we’ve got electricity?”
No, Doodles had not noticed, and he must be shown how each fixture worked.
“Isn’t it nice that you found Daphne?” reflected the small boy happily.
“Nicer that you made me carry Caruso out to Miss Fleming,” Blue put in, wagging his head slowly. “My, didn’t I hate to go!”
“I almost thought you didn’t like it,” smiled Doodles.
Blue laughed. “Glad I went! What if I hadn’t!”
“I suppose God could have made some other way,” Doodles pondered. “But it is great as it is! And I’m glad you told me to keep on!”
Blue smiled reminiscently. “Things have come out mighty good! Say, let’s go downstairs where we can sit easier! I want to tell you about Miss Fleming.”
“What about her?”