Belle. You have so many worries of your own.
Jack (gazes at her thoughtfully; then puts his hand upon hers). Belle, are you really as sick as all that?
Belle. I don't want to tell you, Jack.
Jack. Don't you think it's just that you're discouraged about your health?
Belle. I don't know. I try to persuade myself——
Jack. You must really not give up. You must believe me when I tell you that you are going to get well.
Belle. Jack, you're the best friend a girl ever had; but your saying so won't make me get well.
Jack. Listen. I have a sister. Once she got run down. She was more ill than you are, but now she's bright and happy.
Belle. Did she have to work all the time?
Jack. No, she went away to Florida. That's why I was telling you about it. I mean to send you—not just in play, but really.