She was out in the garden one day with Mrs. Kemp, when the doctor joined them, holding a telegram in his hand.
"I have just received word from Harry that he will be here to-morrow," he said, with a pleased expression on his face. "I hope that you will see that a room is put in readiness for him."
"To be sure, sir," responded the housekeeper, with a little courtesy.
His footsteps had scarcely died away ere Dorothy turned eagerly to her companion.
"Who is Harry?" she asked, with all a young girl's curiosity.
"He is a young gentleman who has been studying medicine with Dr. Bryan for the last year," returned the housekeeper, adding, with a slight frown on her comely face: "The doctor is quite fond of him. He has been away for the last three months, and the house has been so nice and quiet without him."
"By the way you speak one wouldn't fancy that you liked this Mr. Harry," laughed Dorothy.
The housekeeper turned grimly away.
"But what is he like?" persisted Dorothy, pursuing the subject.
"Is he young—is he handsome?"