kind, Christian woman, and loves us both, but, David, why doesn't God
teach some people to mind their own business? She is a good Christian,
I know, dear, but I do believe there is still a little work of grace to
be done in her."

David smiled a little, sadly.

"Carol, it would break my heart if you got this from me."

"I won't get it. They will teach us how to be careful and sanitary,
and take proper precautions, and things like that. I am going to be
very, very careful. Why, honey, I won't get it. But, David, I would
rather get it than go away and leave you. I couldn't do that. I
should never be happy again if I left you when you were needing me."

David turned his face to the wall. "Maybe, dear," he said very gently,
"maybe it would be better if you did go home,--better for me. I need
perfect rest you know, and we talk and laugh so much and have such good
times together. I don't know, possibly I might get well faster--alone."

For a long moment Carol gazed at him in horror. "David," she gasped.
"Don't say that. Dear, I will go home if it makes you worse to have
me. I will do anything. I only want to help you. But I will be very
nice and quiet, like a mouse, and never say a word, and not laugh once,
if you take me with you. David, do I make you feel sicker? Does my
chatter weary you? I thought I was helping to amuse you."

"Carol, I can't lie like that even to send you away from me. Maybe I
ought to, but I can't. Why, sweetheart, you are the only thing left in
the world. You are the world to me now. Dear, I said it for your