“He could to be polite,” was Joseph’s mild comment when they had passed out of hearing.
It was a rude finale to the inspiring service. Doodles fought away the tears.
“Just one minute!” he pleaded, as they reached the entrance.
The organist was still playing, and, with quick glances to make sure that no church officer was in sight, Blue and Joseph paused for a last strain of the delicious music.
“That’s enough,” announced Doodles, adding, a bit wearily, “now we’ll go.”
The home march was taken almost in silence. Doodles was very tired.
CHAPTER XI
THE PASSING OF THE DANCER
“Blue,” Doodles began tentatively, “you know that poor sick lady that Granny O’Donnell was telling us about last night.”
“M-hm.”