“Where you learn?” asked the young violinist in the first pause.
“I?” repeated Doodles in surprise.
The other gave a smiling nod.
“Why, I guess I never learned. I’ve always sung.”
The boy looked the admiration he could not speak. “You sing—nice!” he said.
“You play beautifully!” declared Doodles.
The dark little face brightened. “Yes, that! You sing beau-tee-fully! I no get word—you sing beau-tee-fully!”
“Do you think so?” Doodles grew pink with pleasure. “I never heard anybody play the violin so well as you,” he went on. “I wish you’d play more.”
“I play—you sing.” The Greek boy waited expectantly.
After a moment’s thought Doodles began one of his favorite hymns, “The Ninety and Nine,” the other listening, his violin on his shoulder. He quickly caught the air, and was soon playing a charming accompaniment.