"We've got a grip on the
disease now. You are getting it right at the start and you stand a
splendid chance. Your clean life will help. Your laughing wife will
help. Your confidence in a Divine Doctor will help. Everything is on
your side. If you can, I think I should go out west somewhere,--to New
Mexico, or Arizona. It is low here, and damp,--lots of people chase
the cure here, and find it, but it is easier out there where the air is
light and fine and the temperature is even, and where doctors
specialize on lungs."
"Yes, yes, indeed, we shall go right away," declared Carol feverishly.
"Yes, indeed."
"Keep on with my treatment while you are here. And get out as soon as
you can. Stay in bed all the time, and don't bother with many
visitors. I don't need to tell you the minor precautions. You both
have brains. Be sure you use them. Now, don't get blue. You've still
got plenty to laugh at, Mrs. Duke. And I give you fair warning, when
you quit laughing there's the end of the fight. You haven't any other
weapon strong enough to beat the germs."
It was hard indeed for Carol to see anything to laugh at just that
moment, but she smiled, rather wanly, at the doctor when he went away.
There was silence between them for a moment.
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