CHAPTER XXIV.
A CLINICAL REPORT.
Lucy was up—actually standing by the fire in her own room—and Lucy was as saucy as ever.
"I believe you have grown," said Mona, regarding her critically.
"I should think I had! I must be two inches taller at least. What do you think, Mona? I have had two offers of marriage this summer."
"That is not surprising. I never had much opinion of the intelligence of the other sex. I hope you refused them."
"I did; but I will accept the next man who asks me, even if he is a chimney-sweep, just to spite you."
"Poor chimney-sweep! But look here, Pussy, you should not stand so long. Sit down in the arm-chair, and let me wrap you up in the eider-down. And put your feet on the stool—so! Comfy?"
"Very comfy, thanks."
"When you are strong enough, I want you to give me a full, particular, and scientific account of your illness. How came you by acute rheumatism? You are not a beef and beer man."