"
But she crept into bed and slept at last.
Early, very early, she was awakened by the sunlight pouring upon the
flaps at the windows. It was five o'clock, and very cold. Carol
wrapped a blanket about her and peeked in upon her husband.
"Good morning," she greeted him brightly. "Isn't it lovely and bright?
How is my nice old boy? Nearly well?"
"Just fine. How did you sleep?"
"Like a top," she declared.
"Were you afraid?"
"Um, not exactly," she denied, glancing at him with sudden suspicion.
"Did the wind blow all your flaps down?"
"How did you know?"
"Oh, I was up long ago looking in on you. We'll get a room over in the
Main Building to-day. It costs more, but the accommodations are so
much better. We are directly on the path from the street, so we hear
every passing footstep."
Carol blushed. "I am not afraid," she insisted.
"We'll get a room just the same. It will be easier for you all the way
around."
Carol flung open the door and gazed out upon the land of health. The
long desolate mesa land stretched far away to the mountains, now
showing pink and rosy in the early sunshine. The little white tents
about them were as suggestively pitiful as before. There were no
trees, no flowers, no carpeting grass, to brighten the desolation.
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