CHAPTER X
THE three-fourths of Una employed in the office of Mr. Troy Wilkins was going through one of those periods of unchanging routine when all past drama seems unreal, when nothing novel happens nor apparently ever will happen—such a time of dull peacefulness as makes up the major part of our lives.
Her only definite impressions were the details of daily work, the physical aspects of the office, and the presence of the “Boss.”