good care of him at the hospital, and he will need you when he is well,
and it isn't safe, Carol, it positively is not safe. Why won't you do
as he tells you?"

Carol stood up, very straight and very tall. "Mrs. Sater," she said,
"you know I am an old-fashioned Methodist. And I believe that God
wanted David to have me in his illness, when he is idle. If He hadn't,
the illness would have come before our marriage. But I think God
foresaw it coming and thought maybe I could do David good when he was
laid aside. I know I am a silly little goose, but David loves me, and
is happy when I am with him, and enjoys me more than anything else in
the world. I am going with him. I know God expects me to do my part."

And Mrs. Sater went away, after kissing Carol's cheek, which already
was paling a little with anxiety.

Carol ran back to David and sat on the floor beside him, pulling his
hand from beneath the cover and kissing the white, blue-veined fingers.
She crooned and gurgled over him as a mother over a little child, but
did not speak until at last he turned to her and said abruptly:

"Carol, won't you go home until I get well? Please dear, for my sake."

Carol kissed the thumb once more and frowned at him. "You want to
flirt with the nurses when you get out there, and are trying to get me
out of the road. Every one says nurses are dangerous."

"Carol, please."

"Mrs. Sater has been talking to you. Oh, I knew it. She is a nice,