light in the window told that he was waiting for them.
"Didn't know whether you would make it to-night or not," was his greeting, as they went around to the kitchen door and he opened it to show the room brightly lighted by two lamps. "Both patients are asleep. Miss Charity has laryngitis and Miss Hope a very heavy cold. But I think the worst is over."
He stopped, and shot a keen glance at Bob.
"Funny," he said abruptly. "For the moment I would have said you looked enough like Miss Hope to have been her younger brother."
Bob merely smiled at the doctor's remark, for he did not want the relationship to be guessed before his aunts had recognized him.