suburbs of the town. The Red Mill was five miles from the railroad station, while the Camerons' fine home, "Outlook," stood some distance beyond.
Before they had gotten out of town, however, the car was held up in front of a big house set some distance back from the road, and before which, on either side of the arched gateway, was a green lamp. The lamps were already lighted and as the Cameron car came purring along the street, with Helen herself under the steering wheel (for she had begged the privilege of running it home) a tall figure came hurrying out of the gateway, signaling them to stop.
"It's Doctor Davison himself!" cried Ruth, in some excitement.
"And how are all the Sweetbriars?" demanded the good old physician, their staunch friend and confidant. "Ah, Tom, my fine fellow! have they drilled that stoop out of your shoulders?"
"We're all right, Dr. Davison and awfully glad to see you," cried Ruth, leaning out of the tonneau to shake hands with him.
"Ah! here's the sunshine of the Red Mill—and they're needing sunshine there, just now, I believe," said the doctor. "Did you bring my Goody Two-Sticks home all right?"
"She's all right, Doctor," Helen assured him. "And so are we—only Ruth's been in the lake."
