We think
the fight against T. B.'s is like walking through the dark shade in the
canyons, and then suddenly stepping out on to the sunny slopes."
"I know you are a preacher. I suppose it is your business to talk like
that." Then when Carol and David only smiled excusingly, she said,
"Excuse me, I didn't mean to be rude. But it is hideous, and--I love
to be happy, and laugh,--"
"Go on and do it," urged David. "We've just been waiting to hear you
laugh."
"You should have been at the office with me," said Carol. "We laughed
until we were nearly helpless. It is that silly Mr. Gooding again,
David. He isn't very sick, Miss Tucker,--he just has red rales. I
don't know what red rales are, but when the nurses say that, it means
you aren't very sick and will soon be well. But Gooding is what he
calls 'hipped on himself.' He is always scared to death. He admits
it. Well, last night they had lobster salad, a silly thing to have in
a sanatorium. And Gooding ordered two extra helpings. The waiter
didn't want to give it to him, but Gooding is allowed anything he wants
so the waiter gave in. In the night he had a pain and got scared. He
rang for the nurses, and was sure he was going to die. They had to sit
up with him all night and rub him, and he groaned, and told them what
to tell his mother and said he knew all along he could never pull
through.
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