At the close of the song the nurse came to the door and beckoned him in.
The president of the Paper Company put out a feeble hand.
"Thank you, Doodles!" he smiled. "I suppose you came all the way from Foxford just to sing for me!"
"Oh, that isn't anything!" said the boy lightly. "I am glad to do it, Mr. Randolph. I do hope you will get better!"
"I am better now! You have done me good, Doodles!"
"I'm so glad! May I come again?" eagerly.
"I should be mighty glad if you could! I will send my car for you any day."
"Thank you!" The lad's face was radiant. "To-morrow?" He glanced at Dr. Temple.
The Doctor gave him a smiling nod.
"This same time?"