"
"I won't get it. They will teach us how to be careful and sanitary,
and take proper precautions, and things like that. I am going to be
very, very careful. Why, honey, I won't get it. But, David, I would
rather get it than go away and leave you. I couldn't do that. I
should never be happy again if I left you when you were needing me."
David turned his face to the wall. "Maybe, dear," he said very gently,
"maybe it would be better if you did go home,--better for me. I need
perfect rest you know, and we talk and laugh so much and have such good
times together. I don't know, possibly I might get well faster--alone."
For a long moment Carol gazed at him in horror. "David," she gasped.
"Don't say that. Dear, I will go home if it makes you worse to have
me. I will do anything. I only want to help you. But I will be very
nice and quiet, like a mouse, and never say a word, and not laugh once,
if you take me with you. David, do I make you feel sicker? Does my
chatter weary you? I thought I was helping to amuse you."
"Carol, I can't lie like that even to send you away from me. Maybe I
ought to, but I can't. Why, sweetheart, you are the only thing left in
the world. You are the world to me now.
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