"The bugs are worse on the disposition than they are on the lungs,
aren't they?"
"Well, it depends. Carol says they haven't hit mine yet." He lifted
his head with boyish pride. "She ought to know. So I don't argue with
her. I am willing to take her word for it."
Nancy smiled a little, a transforming smile that swept the discontent
from her face and made her nearly beautiful. But it only lasted a
moment.
"Oh, go on and smile. It did me good. You can't imagine how much
better I felt directly."
"There's nothing to make me smile," cried Nancy hotly.
"You may smile at me," cried Carol gaily, as she ran in. "How do you
do? You are Miss Tucker, aren't you? They were telling me about you
at the office."
"Yes, I am Miss Tucker. Are you Mrs. Duke? You look too young for a
minister's wife."
"Yes, I am Mrs. Duke, and I am not a bit too young."
"I asked them if I should call a doctor, and they said that could wait
a while. First of all, they said, I must come to Room Six and meet the
Dukes."
Carol looked puzzled. "They didn't tell me that. What did they want
us to do to you?"
"I don't know. I just said, 'Well, I guess I'd better get a doctor to
come and kill me off,' and they said, 'You go over to Number Six and
meet the Dukes.
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