CHAPTER IX.

LUCY AT WORK. Lucy gave a satisfied little pat to the frilly white blouse she had borrowed from Helen and turned the knob of the office door. Dr. Wright had not yet come and the neat colored maid was straightening the waiting rooms. Dr. Wright’s rooms were comfortable and pleasing to the eye at the same time. A large bay window gave on to a vine-covered porch where wicker chairs accommodated his patients in the spring and summer. A broad low window seat ran beneath the bay windows, plentifully furnished with dark, …