We'll have to give it up--you and I." The boy turned wonderingly, his face still softly luminous.
"Give what up ?" "This--all this." "This! Why, father, what do you mean?
This is home!" The man nodded wearily.
"I know.

It has been home; but, David, you didn't think we could always live here, like this, did you ?" David laughed softly, and turned his eyes once more to the distant sky-line.
"Why not ?" he asked dreamily.

"What better place could there be?
I like it, daddy." The man drew a troubled breath, and stirred restlessly.

The teasing pain in his side was very bad to-night, and no change of position eased it.

He was ill, very ill; and he knew it.