" The street
was so thronged that progress was slow; but the glory of sitting in the
little carriage while it wriggled its way between laden omnibuses and
trolleys made the moments seem too short. "Next turn is Lake Avenue,"
the young man called out over his shoulder; and as they paused in the
wake of a big omnibus groaning with Knights of Pythias in cocked hats
and swords, Charity looked up and saw on the corner a brick house with
a conspicuous black and gold sign across its front. "Dr. Merkle; Private
Consultations at all hours. Lady Attendants," she read; and suddenly
she remembered Ally Hawes's words: "The house was at the corner of Wing
Street and Lake Avenue... there's a big black sign across the front...."
Through all the heat and the rapture a shiver of cold ran over her.
X
THE Lake at last--a sheet of shining metal brooded over by drooping
trees. Charity and Harney had secured a boat and, getting away from the
wharves and the refreshment-booths, they drifted idly along, hugging the
shadow of the shore.
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