"Handsome is as handsome does," replied Mrs. Kemp, ominously.
"Doesn't he do handsome?" retorted Dorothy, throwing back her curly head with a rich mellow laugh, adding: "But what is he like, anyhow? Is he dark or fair, young or old?"
"No doubt he will strike you as being quite handsome," returned Mrs. Kemp, thoughtfully. "He has very dark eyes and dark waving hair. Young girls would consider him quite good looking."
"And will he, too, live in the house with us?" asked Dorothy, curiously.
"You had better ask Doctor Bryan," responded Mrs. Kemp, evasively.
The next morning, as Dorothy stepped out into the garden to gather flowers for the breakfast-table, she came suddenly upon a young man pacing up and down under the trees with his hands in his pockets, smoking a cigar.
When he heard the light, pattering footsteps he wheeled round, and was just about to raise his hat to the vision of girlish loveliness before him when a low cry of intense astonishment broke from his lips.
"Dorothy Glenn, by all that is wonderful!" he exclaimed.
The amazement was mutual.
"Harry Langdon!" the girl shrieked, turning pale as death.