" Then
to David, brightly, "It was Mrs. Adams, David, she wanted to know if we
needed any nice fresh eggs." She flashed a smile at him and his lips
answered, but his eyes were mute. Carol looked back at him from the
doorway, questioning, but finally followed Mrs. Sater into the next
room.
"Mrs. Sater, you will excuse me now, won't you?" she said. "But I have
a feeling that David needs me. He looks so tired. You will come in
again, and--"
"Certainly, my dear, David first by all means. Run right along. And
if you need any more fresh eggs, just let me know."
"Yes, thank you, yes."
"Carol," whispered the kindly woman earnestly, "why don't you go home
and stay with your father until David is better? They will take such
good care of him at the hospital, and he will need you when he is well,
and it isn't safe, Carol, it positively is not safe. Why won't you do
as he tells you?"
Carol stood up, very straight and very tall. "Mrs. Sater," she said,
"you know I am an old-fashioned Methodist. And I believe that God
wanted David to have me in his illness, when he is idle. If He hadn't,
the illness would have come before our marriage. But I think God
foresaw it coming and thought maybe I could do David good when he was
laid aside.
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