The two in the back room looked at each other and smiled.
"I guess they like it as well as I do," Miss Lily said.
In response Doodles sang "Only an armor-bearer," still one of his favorites, and at its close the approval of those outside was prompt and long.
Many other songs followed; apparently the audience grew.
"They'll tire you out," the little lady fretted.
The boy shook his head decidedly, beginning for the second time,
"And God shall wipe away all tears."
"Oh, it is like heaven itself!" Miss Lily breathed. Then she sighed softly. "What if I had missed it!"
"I think I shall have to go now," at last Doodles said; "but I will come and sing for you again any time, if you like,—any time when you are here." He rose and picked up his cap.
"Oh, my dear boy, I'm not ever coming back! I'm"—she began to sob, and Doodles could scarcely make out the words—"I'm going—to the—poorhouse!" She broke down, and her slight shoulders shook pitifully.
The boy stood as if stunned. Then he stepped near. "Don't cry!" he said softly, "don't cry!"