We must save your Sunday afternoons for them after this.
They do need you."
"Did you have supper with the Baldwins?"
"Yes. You stayed with Mrs. Norris, didn't you?"
"Yes. Um, I am sleepy."
David coughed slightly.
"Get up off this floor, David Duke," scolded Carol. "Don't you know
that floors are always drafty? I am surprised at you. I wish Prudence
was here to make you soak your feet in hot water and drink peppermint
tea."
"You work too hard, Carol. You are busy every minute."
"Yes. I have to be, to keep in hailing distance of you. You usually
do about three things at once."
"It's been a good year, Carol. You've enjoyed it, spite of everything,
haven't you?"
"It's been the most wonderful year one could dream of. Even Connie's
literary imagination could not conjure up a sweeter one."
"Always something to do, something to think of, some one to
see,--always on the alert, to-day crowded full, to-morrow to look
forward to."
"And best of all, David, always with you, working with you, taking care
of you,--always-- Oh, I am tired, but it is not so bad being tired out
when you've done your level best."
"Carol, it is fine, labor is, it is life. I can't imagine an existence
without it.
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