They talked
of her possible talents, and how they could best be developed, judging
as well as they could in advance by the assembled qualities of all her
relatives. David suggested that they might be prejudiced in her favor
a little, for as far as they could determine there was no avenue of
ability closed to her, but Carol stanchly refused to admit the
impeachment. They talked of the schools best qualified to train her,
of the teachers she must have, of the ministers they must demand for
her spiritual guidance. They talked of the thousand bad habits of
other little girls, and planned how Julia should be led surely, sweetly
by them.
Then they were silent, thinking of the little pink rosebud baby as she
had left them.
The darkness swept down from the mountains almost as sand-storms come,
and Carol leaned her head against David's shoulder. She was happy.
David was so much better. The horrible temperature was below
ninety-nine at last, and David was allowed to walk about the mesa, and
his appetite was ravenous. Maybe the doctors were wrong after all. He
was certainly on the high-road to health now. She was so glad David
had not known how near the dark valley he had passed.
David was rejoicing that he had never told Carol how really ill he had
been.
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