The boy assented.
The president mused a moment and then resumed:—
"In any case your friend will have to make an application. I think I will let her take a blank. Have her fill it out, and you can send it down to me. I will attend to the rest."
Doodles rose from his chair, feeling that it was time to go, yet he could not forbear one question.
"Do you think she can come to the Home?" His tone betrayed his solicitude.
"I will do the best I can for her, Master Stickney." Mr. Randolph had also risen, and he smiled down into the upturned face. "It will have to be referred to the Committee on Applications, but I will see that it is put through as quickly as possible."
Doodles decided to see Miss Lily before going home, so it was still early afternoon when he entered the little house on North Charles Street.
"Why, you dear boy!" The little lady had him in her arms. "How good of you to come! I was thinking this morning, what if I shouldn't ever hear you sing again—and now here you are!"
"I told you I'd come," laughed Doodles.
"Yes," smiled Miss Lily; "but people forget. I guess you aren't the forgetting kind."