_Jack._ But I want to know!

_Belle._ You have so many worries of your own.

_Jack (gazes at her thoughtfully; then puts his hand upon hers)._
Belle, are you really as sick as all that?

_Belle._ I don't want to tell you, Jack.

_Jack._ Don't you think it's just that you're discouraged about your
health?

_Belle._ I don't know. I try to persuade myself----

_Jack._ You must really not give up. You must believe me when I tell
you that you are going to get well.

_Belle._ Jack, you're the best friend a girl ever had; but your
saying so won't make me get well.

_Jack._ Listen. I have a sister. Once she got run down. She was more
ill than you are, but now she's bright and happy.

_Belle._ Did she have to work all the time?

_Jack._ No, she went away to Florida. That's why I was telling you
about it. I mean to send you--not just in play, but really.

_Belle._ How could I live in such an expensive place?