“Well, that’s the programme! Just as soon as you get a little stronger, she says. The soprano boy that sings solos is going out of town, and you can have his place.”
“Oh, I’d love it!” The brown eyes grew luminous. “To sing for God! To give his messages to the people! I am so glad!”
Blue gazed admiringly at his brother. “I didn’t know as you’d dare—I believe you wouldn’t be afraid to sing at the Church of the Good Shepherd itself!”
“Of course not! Why should I?”
Blue laughed. “I do’ know! I should!—There’s an auto! Come on!”
Blue dashed to the front door, Doodles following closely. Who could be coming in a car except—
Blue had the door wide open. The lights shone out brilliantly. Dorothy was on the steps, but who—? why, Grandpa Moon was with her! Behind them was Tillie Shook, and then Giles Gaylord and—it was! it was Granny O’Donnell!
Doodles let go Grandpa Moon’s hand to be clasped in Granny’s arms.
“Me blissid b’y! I niver thought me old eyes wud see ye on th’ dear little two feets o’ yees, as sthrong as annybody! Thanks be to th’ good God!”
Through the talk sounded a motor horn. Another car was coming up the driveway. It stopped. Blue opened the door. Doodles looked beyond Granny—there were the Jimmy Georges, and others whom he well knew!