She would have been so frightened and sorry. He pictured Carol
with the light dying out in her eyes, with pallor eating the roses in
her cheeks, with languor in her step, and dullness in her voice,--the
Carol she would surely have been had she known that David was walking
under the shadow of death. David was very happy. He was so much
better, of course he would soon be himself. Things looked very bright.
Somehow to-night he did not yearn so much for work. It was Carol that
counted most, Carol and the little Julia who was theirs, and would some
day be with them. The big thing now was getting Julia ready for the
life that was to come to her.
He was richly satisfied.
"Carol, this is the most wonderful thing in the world, companionship
like this, being together, thinking in harmony, hoping the same hopes,
sharing the same worries, planning the same future. Companionship is
life to me now. There is nothing like it in all the world."
Carol snuggled against his shoulder happily.
"Love is wonderful," he went on, "but companionship is broader, for it
is love, and more beyond. It is the development of love. It is the
full blossom of the seed that has been planted in the heart. Service
is splendid, too.
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