She had handsome gray eyes, tastefully arranged brown hair, and a vivacious and pleasing face.

Her hands were small, her feet were small, and she did not look as if she weighed a hundred pounds, although, in fact, her weight was considerably more than that.

Her dress was a simple one, on which a great deal of thought had been employed to make it becoming.
For a longer time than usual she now bent over the doctor's manuscript, endeavoring to resolve a portion of it into comprehensible words.

Then she held up the page to the light, replaced it on the table, stood up and looked at it, and finally sat down again, her elbows on the paper, and her tapering fingers in the little brown curls at the sides of her head.
Presently she raised her head, with a sigh.

"It is of no use," she said.
"I must go and ask him what this means; that is, if he is at home." With the page in her hand, she went to the office door, and knocked.
"Come in," said Dr.Tolbridge.
Miss Drane entered; the doctor was alone, but he had his hat in his hand and was just going out.
"I am glad I caught you," said she, "for there is a part of this page in which I can see no meaning." "What is it ?" said the doctor.