They were watching for him, one night, when the telephone bell rang.
David sprang to answer the call, and the girls heard him say:—
"No, sir, he is not in.—He went out about an hour ago.—We expect him every minute now.—Yes, sir, I will."
The boy came back looking a little excited.
"It was Uncle David!" he told them. "He says he is sick, and he wants Dr. Dudley to come over."
"Oh, dear," scowled Polly; "I hope ther is n't anything bad the matter with him!"
"It is the first time I ever spoke to him," said David slowly. "But, of course, he did n't know it was I that was talking."
"There's the Doctor!" cried Leonora, as a runabout stopped at the entrance.
"Shall I go tell him?" and Polly started. But the lad was already on his way.
"Let me, please!" he answered. "I want to do that much for Uncle David."