He will be back in no time." Miss Clopsey, left alone in the office, sank back in her chair.
"Chronic by jerks," she sighed; "there can be few things worse than that; and at her age, too!" "What can be the matter ?" asked the doctor, as the two stood in the parlor.
"It is an idea," said Miss Panney; "you cannot think with what violence it seized me.

Doctor, what became of that book you wrote on the 'Diagnosis of Sympathy' ?" The doctor opened his eyes in astonishment.
"Nothing has become of it.

It has been in my desk for two years.

I have not had time even to copy it." "And of course your writing could not be trusted to a printer.

Now what you should do is this: employ that Drane girl to copy your manuscript.
She can do it here, and if she comes to a word she cannot make out, she can ask you.