The physician sat still for a moment, as if reluctant to break the spell. Then he got up quickly. "Come!" he bade.
Doodles followed, up the velvet-covered stairs, with never the sound of a footstep, and to the end of a wide corridor.
"Wait here, please!" Dr. Temple motioned him to a chair by the window, and after knocking at a door disappeared behind it.
Presently he returned. "You may sing what you sang downstairs."
He went back, leaving the door ajar.
Again Doodles sang. At the end he waited, wondering if he were to keep on.
A white-clad young woman came out of the room, smiling to him under her pretty white cap.
"Mr. Randolph would like to have you sing some more," she said.
"The Lord is my Shepherd," "Come unto Me," "I will lift up mine eyes," "The Lord bless thee and keep thee,"—these and others Doodles sang, while not a sound came from the room beyond.
Then the young woman appeared again.
"Mr. Randolph says he wishes you would sing 'Old Folks at Home,'" she told him.