Now do not be angry, little one, because I object to your domestic arrangements.

We all have to make mistakes, you know, when we begin." "Thank you, Ralph," said Miriam.

"I really am ever so much obliged to you," and going up to her brother, she lifted her face to his.

Ralph stooped to kiss her, but suddenly stopped.
"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.