By and by came more music,—beautiful but brief. Doodles wondered how it would feel to be singing with that grand organ.
“Comfort ye, comfort ye my people.”
The small boy came to himself with a start. He must not miss a word of that sermon! Nor did he turn again from the speaker until the end.
Once, so still was he, Blue thought him asleep, and bent over, only to see the earnest brown eyes wide open though expressing forgetfulness of time and place.
Joseph looked across, and smiled.
Blue smiled back, and gave his brother a moment’s wonder. Then he returned to the amusement of looking about.
There was a good deal to see; the men and women in the choir, who whispered to one another; the sexton, who opened windows and shut them; a little boy who would walk out into the aisle; the diamonds in women’s ears, which flashed rainbow colors fascinating and beautiful; and a wee girl who knelt against the back of the seat and made faces to everybody.
Blue had had it in his mind to slip out of church ahead of the crowd; but there seemed no convenient moment for a start, and the postlude found the trio still in the pew.
“We could to go up and see the flowers,” suggested Joseph in a whisper.
“Oh, do!” beamed Doodles.