“Comfort ye, comfort ye my people,” Doodles repeated in a soft voice.
“Oh, I know that! The choir sung it.”
“Yes, that’s what the Lord told his messengers to do, and the minister said we all ought to be God’s messengers and carry comfort to people. So I want to comfort that sick lady. You see, I can’t do much comforting, but I thought I could send Caruso, if you’d take him. Of course, it won’t be as if I really went myself; but do you think God will mind? He knows—”
“I guess it’s you doin’ it, all right,” Blue hastened to assure him. He picked up the cage. “Come along, old feller, you an’ I’ll go comfortin’!”
Doodles delightedly waved them out of sight, and then leaned back with a smile.
Shortly Blue reappeared, but alone.
“Oh! what did she say? Wouldn’t he sing?”
“I didn’t try him. She wants you. She says she’s heard you singin’ hymns up here, and nothin’ would do but I must come right up after you. Want to go? I’ll take you pickaback.”
“You can’t—so far!”
“Yes, I can! I never thought of it before. Come on!”