Challenger started out to the corner drugstore where there was a telephone booth. She shivered as she went down the badly paved street, stepping carefully because the bricks were so uneven. The sunshine was bright and warmer than yesterday, but she felt cold to the bone and sick at heart. The outside air seemed to strike a chill through her, and there was a frightened feeling at the pit of her stomach. It seemed to her that she could not drag her heavy heart through another day of anxiety and uncertainty. It was all right to say be thankful because John was getting better, was undoubtedly past the danger point now, unless some bad setback came! But supposing there was no place to take him for that year of utter quiet and rest that the physician said was an absolute necessity to his regaining his normal health again? And how were they even to live and provide the necessary food and clothes just to keep the breath of life in them and be barely decent?
