Sunny Slopes by Ethel Hueston
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page 84 of 233 (36%)
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CHAPTER X
WHERE HEALTH BEGINS In a little white cottage tent, at the end of a long row of minutely similar, little white cottage tents, sat David and Carol in the early evening of a day in May, looking wistfully out at the wide sweep of gray mesa land, reaching miles away to the mountains, blue and solemn in the distance. "Do--do you feel better yet, David?" Carol asked at last, desperately determined to break the menacing silence. David drew his breath. "I can't seem to notice any difference yet," he replied honestly. "It doesn't look much like Missouri, does it?" "It is pretty,--very pretty," she said resolutely. "Carol, be a good Presbyterian and tell the truth. Do you wish you had gone home, to green and grassy Iowa?" "David Duke, I am at home, and here is where I want to be and no place else in the world. It is big and bleak and bare, but-- You are going to get well, aren't you, David?" "Of course I am, but give me time. Even Miracle Land can't transform weakness to health in two hours." "I must go over to the office. Mrs. Hartley said she wanted to give me some instructions." |
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