"Just until you get well, you know."

"I shall never get well unless she is with me. But I am trying to send
her away. What can I do? I can't drive her off." His hands closed
and then relaxed, lying helplessly on the covers.

When Carol returned she looked suspiciously from the stern white face
on the pillow to the disturbed one of her caller.

"David is tired, Mrs. Sater," she said gently. "Let's go out in the
other room and visit. I have made him laugh too much to-day, and he is
weak. Come along and maybe I can sell you some more furniture." Then
to David, brightly, "It was Mrs. Adams, David, she wanted to know if we
needed any nice fresh eggs." She flashed a smile at him and his lips
answered, but his eyes were mute. Carol looked back at him from the
doorway, questioning, but finally followed Mrs. Sater into the next
room.

"Mrs. Sater, you will excuse me now, won't you?" she said. "But I have
a feeling that David needs me. He looks so tired. You will come in
again, and--"

"Certainly, my dear, David first by all means. Run right along. And
if you need any more fresh eggs, just let me know."

"Yes, thank you, yes."

"Carol," whispered the kindly woman earnestly, "why don't you go home
and stay with your father until David is better? They will take such