"What shall I be at fifty.
Should nature keep me alive
If I find the world so bitter
When I am but twenty-five?"
AT THE end of the week Dr. Carey ceased his visits, "You won't need me any more," he assured Marie. "Take care of yourself, that is all, and no more bathing this season."
Marie shivered, "No, I promise that."
She was feeling quite herself again, though she got tired easily. She had written to Aunt Madge, making light of her accident, and assuring her that there was no need to worry.
"And I am ever so happy," she wrote, with desolation in her heart "And I like the hotel, and there are nice people here, and everyone is very kind to me. I will let you know when we are coming home."
Chris came and stood behind her as she was writing and caught sight of the first sentence.
"Is that true?" he asked. He pointed to the words: "I am ever so happy."