"It can't be helped. I am glad I could come to-day and hear
you--it does me more good than sermons!" Tears made the blue eyes
shine.

"Perhaps I shall sing it some other time when you are here,"
Doodles suggested hopefully.

The woman shook her head. Her reply was soft and broken. "I
shan't ever be here again."

"Oh!" Doodles was instantly sympathetic. Then a gleam lighted his
sorrowing face. "I'll tell you what," he began hurriedly, "I'll
come to your house and sing for you this afternoon--that is, if
you'd like me to," he added.

Such joy flooded the tearful eyes! "Oh, you dear boy! if you would!
I don't know how to thank you!"

"That's all right! I'd love to do it. Shall I come early, right
after dinner, or--"

"Oh, come early! It is so good of you!" The tears threatened to
overflow their bounds.

Doodles glanced down the street. "What is your address, please? I
have to take the next car."

"Why, yes! I forgot! I live at 304 North Charles Street."

"Thank you." He lifted his cap with a bright smile. "I'll be