"Who, in the name of common sense, is that!" he exclaimed. The sound of
wheels was plainly heard upon the driveway, and turning, they saw a buggy
stop at the door.
"It is Dr. Tolbridge!" cried Miriam.
Through the open front door Ralph saw that it was the doctor, preparing
to alight.
"Miriam," said he, quickly, "we must ask the doctor to stay to supper,
and if he does, that cook must not come to the table. It will not do at
all, as you can see for yourself. We cannot ask our friends and neighbors
to sit down with servants."
"I will see," said Miriam. "I think that can be made all right," and they
both went to the door to meet their visitor.
The doctor shook hands with them most cordially.
"Glad to see you both so ruddy; Cobhurst air must agree with you. And
now, before we say anything else, let me ask you a question: Have you had
your supper?"
"No," answered Ralph, "and I hope you have not."
"Your hopes are realized. I have not, and if you do not mind letting me
sup with you, I will do it."
The brother and sister, who both liked the hearty doctor, assured him
that they would be delighted to have him stay.
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