"I think when
spring comes I shall be stronger again. It is a good thing to be
alive."
He glanced through the window and looked at Carol, buttoning Julia's
gaiters for the fifth time that morning.
"It is a pretty nice world to most of us," said the nurse.
"We each have a world of our own, I guess. Mine is Carol and Julia
now. I have no grouch at life, and I register no complaint against
circumstances, but I should be glad to live in my little world a long,
long time."
One morning when spring had come, when the white monuments melted and
drifted away with the clouds, and when the shadowy canyons and the
yellow rocky peaks stood out bare and bright, David called her to him.
"Look," he said, "the same old sunny slope. We have been climbing it
four years now, a long climb, sometimes pretty rough and rugged for
you."
"It was not, David,--never," she protested quickly. "It was always a
clear bright path. And we've been finding things to laugh at all the
way."
He pulled her into his arm beside him on the bed. "We are going to the
top of the sunny slope together. Look at the mountain there. We are
going up one of those sunny ridges, and sometime, after a while, we
will stand at the top, right on the summit, with the sky above and the
valleys below.
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