Bare, bleak, sandy slopes reached to the mountains on every side.
David sat up in bed and looked out with her.
"Just a long bare slope of sand, isn't it?" she whispered. "Sand and
cactus,--no roses blooming here upon the sandy slopes."
"Yes, just sandy slopes to the mountains,--but Carol, they are
sunny,--bare and bleak, but still they are sunny for us. Let's not
lose sight of that."
CHAPTER XI
THE OLD TEACHER
"Chicago, Illinois.
"Dear Carol and David--
"It is most remarkable that you two can keep on laughing away out there
by yourselves. It makes me think perhaps there is something fine in
this being married business that sort of makes up for the rest of it.
I think it must take an exceptionally good eyesight to discern sunshine
on the slopes of sickness. If I were traveling that route, I am
convinced I should find it led me through dark valleys and over stony
pathways with storm clouds and thunders and lightnings smashing all
around my head.
"You admonished me to talk about myself and leave you alone. Well, I
suppose you know more about yourselves than I could possibly tell you,
and since it is your own little baby sister, I am sure you are more
than willing to turn your telescope away from the sunny slopes a while
for a glimpse of my business dabbles.
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