Sater complacently. "And I
said to myself, 'Nice fresh eggs like these are too good for anybody
less than a preacher.' So I brought them. There's just half a
dozen,--he ought to eat that many in one day."
"Oh, yes, easily. He is very fond of egg-nog."
David sputtered feebly among the pillows. "Oh, easily," he echoed
helplessly.
"I knew a woman that ate eighteen eggs every day," said Mrs. Sater
encouragingly. "She got well and weighed two hundred and thirty
pounds, and then she had apoplexy and died."
David turned on Carol reproachfully. "There you see! That's what
comes of eating raw eggs." Then he added suspiciously, "Maybe you knew
it before and have been enticing me to raw eggs on purpose."
Both Carol and David seized this silly pretext to relieve their
feelings, and laughed so heartily that good Mrs. Sater was quite
concerned for them. She had heard it sometimes affected folks like
that,--a great nervous or mental shock. She looked at them very
anxiously indeed.
"Are you selling your furniture pretty well?" she asked nervously.
"Oh, just fine. Mr. Barker at the drug store has promised to fumigate
everything after we are gone, so we won't scatter any germs in our
wake." Carol spoke hurriedly, her heart swelling with pity as she saw
the sudden convulsive clutching of David's hands beneath the covers.
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