"
Then she ran into the adjoining room to answer the telephone.
Mrs. Sater looked about her hesitatingly and leaned forward.
"David," she said in a low voice, "Carol ought to go home to her
father. It's dangerous for her to stay with you. Everybody says so.
Make her go home until you are well. She may get it too if she goes
along. They'll take good care of you at the Presbyterian hospital out
there, you a minister and all."
The laughter, the light, left David's face at the first word.
"I know it," he said in a heavy voice. "I have told her to go home.
But she won't even talk it over. She gets angry if I mention it.
Every one tells me it is dangerous,--but Carol won't listen."
"Just until you get well, you know."
"I shall never get well unless she is with me. But I am trying to send
her away. What can I do? I can't drive her off." His hands closed
and then relaxed, lying helplessly on the covers.
When Carol returned she looked suspiciously from the stern white face
on the pillow to the disturbed one of her caller.
"David is tired, Mrs. Sater," she said gently. "Let's go out in the
other room and visit. I have made him laugh too much to-day, and he is
weak. Come along and maybe I can sell you some more furniture.
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