No one apparently could enter more fully into her plans for an independent career.
"My father," said Harry, "was bred a physician, and practiced a little before he went into Wall street.

I always had a leaning to the study.
There was a skeleton hanging in the closet of my father's study when I was a boy, that I used to dress up in old clothes.

Oh, I got quite familiar with the human frame." "You must have," said Philip.

"Was that where you learned to play the bones?
He is a master of those musical instruments, Ruth; he plays well enough to go on the stage." "Philip hates science of any kind, and steady application," retorted Harry.

He didn't fancy Philip's banter, and when the latter had gone out, and Ruth asked, "Why don't you take up medicine, Mr.Brierly ?" Harry said, "I have it in mind.