“Beautiful! It’s just like fairyland—or heaven!” he said softly.
“I knew you would!”
“Who did it?”
“The Flemings! Trimmed up for New Year’s! That’s why we tucked you off upstairs,” laughed Blue.
“I thought so!” chuckled Doodles. So this was it! What a lovely New Year’s surprise!
Blue had to show Doodles all through the rooms, and point out the most elaborate decorations, before he would let him sit down to supper. Then both boys were too excited and full of talk to eat. It was a plain meal, just bread and milk and apple sauce; but Doodles ate happily without question, and he and Blue were soon off again to see the flowers.
“Now we’d better go and fix up a little,” Blue suggested presently. “Somebody might come for a New Year’s call, you know.”
So up the stairs they climbed, and returned in their Sunday suits. Maybe the Flemings were to be there, Doodles thought.
“Say,” broke out Blue, “did I tell you that Eudora wants you to sing in the choir at St. Bartholomew’s?”
The small boy widened his eyes with a surprised “No.”