Mabel sat down on the edge of the bed.
“Now tell me all about yourself,” she said. “How long have you been sick?”
“About a month,” was the reply.
“Why didn’t you write and tell me about it?”
“I didn’t want to spoil your vacation.”
“The idea! I would have come home at once to care for you.”
“That is the reason I didn’t write.”
“What does the doctor say is the matter?”
“Well, he has not diagnosed the case satisfactorily, but he says I have some sort of lung trouble.”