'"
"They said lovely things about you," Carol told her, smiling. "And
they say you will be well in a few months,--that you haven't T. B.'s at
all yet, just premonitions."
The good news brought no answering light to the girl's face.
"They are nurses. You can't believe a word they say. It is their
business to build up false hopes."
"When any one tells me David is worse, I think, 'That is a wicked
story'; but when any one says, 'He is better,' I am ready to fall on my
knees and salute them as messengers from Heaven," said Carol.
One of the sudden dark clouds passed quickly overhead, obscuring the
glare of the sunshine, darkening the yellow sand.
"I hate this country," said Nancy Tucker. "I hate that yellow hot
sand, and the yellow hot sun, and the lights and shadows on the
mountains. I hate the mountains most of all. They look so abominably
cock-sure, so crowy, standing off there and glaring down on us as if
they were laughing at our silly little fight for health."
Carol was speechless, but David spoke up quickly.
"That is strange; Carol and I think it is a beautiful country,--the
broad stretch of the mesa, the blue cloud on the mountains, the shadow
in the canyons, and most of all, the sunshine on the slopes.
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