sake, not for mine, Carol, never for mine."

Slowly the smiles struggled through the anguish in her face, and she
resumed her kissing of his fingers.

"Silly old goose," she murmured; "big old silly goose. Just because
he's a preacher he wants to boss all the time. Can't boss me. I won't
be bossed. I like to boss myself. I won't let my beautiful old David
go off out there to flirt with the nurses and Indian girls and whoever
else is out there. I should say not. I'll stick right along, and
whenever a woman turns our way, I'll shout, 'Married! He is mine!'"

[Illustration: "Silly old goose," she murmured.]

David laughed at her passionate discussion to herself.

"Besides, I have been learning a lot of things. I've been talking to
the doctor privately when you couldn't hear."

"Indeed!"

"Oh, yes, and we are great friends. He says if we just live clean,
white, sanitary lives, I am safe. I must keep strong and fat, and the
germs can't get a start. And he has been telling me lots of nice
things to do. David, I know I can help you. The doctor said so. He
says I must be happy and gay, and be positively sure you will be well
again in time, and I can do you more good than a tonic. Yes, he said
that very thing, Doctor O'Hara did. Now please beg my pardon, and
maybe I'll forgive you."