“I’ve thought of her ever since, and I guess she is one of God’s people that needs comforting. Don’t you think so?”
“What?” scowled Blue in surprise.
Doodles repeated innocently, adding, “It must be pretty dreadful to lie there all day long without anybody to talk to.”
Blue nodded, wondering what scheme Doodles was amusing himself with now.
“I’m glad you think just as I do,” the small boy went on, “because, of course, you’ll have to do most of it for me.”
Blue straightened in his chair, and began to listen with more interest.
“At first I didn’t see any way I could comfort her, and then I thought of Caruso. It was his singing that made me think—oh, he sung just beautifully!”
“And the door wasn’t open, was it?” put in Blue. “Too bad! I shut it, the hall was so cold.”
“Door?” Doodles looked puzzled.
“Why, the hall door! You wanted the sick woman to hear Caruso, didn’t you?”