"Of course. It's like a reserve army to a hard-pressed general."
"Let me tell you how I use it. I can plunge into the calm that lies out there in the mountains, just as surely as I stepped into that icy stream the first night we were there. I lie down in it, I drink it, I steep myself in it, and I come out refreshed and renewed. Try it, it's a trick of imagination."
The idea caught and held his attention for several minutes.
"Thanks. I'll try that. You're working very hard, aren't you?"
"Yes. I have to. I can't get interested. I want to go fishing."
"Me, too," he laughed.
"I've had bad news to-day."
He leaned toward her quickly.
"We are to open in Boston."
"No?"