MA SKI AGE IN HEAVEN" :rj

" I'd much rather go alone. T:ik^ nr; medi-
cine like a jjccd boy. "I'd nthcr be a>n:?."

" You'll promise to tjl: me everything that he
says/'

" Oi course. Everything/'

He was remembering that as he turned on in
the Sideup bypass on the way to London, it
was a radiant mon;;ng, one of thr>Ģe riiomir.,:?
when it was good to he alive, and he had even
less inclination towards dying than before.

There was a heat ha7e over Shooter's Hill and
the promise of a lazy clay drawing itself out of
the mi?t and very hot later on.

It was a day that it was good to be alive, and
nothing could dim Charles' feelings about it.
Just recently he had felt rather depressed about
himself. He was passing out of that stage. He
was passing into one when he could feel better
and brighter.

fie was sure that Dr. McAnhur would re-
assure him and make him feel a new man,
Perhaps after this he and Doreen would go for
n little holiday. He'd like to see Switzerland
again, with the wild-flowers sloping down the
mountains and the chalets radiant in the sun*
shine. He would like to visit the Tyrol, which he
had always felt was a better kind of Switzerland*

He sat back lazily weaving dreams for the
future. There was so much that he wanted to do
and, given time and the opportunity, he'd do it,

The car turned sharply mto the London
traffic; it was converging from either side, and
ahead of them was a little crowd. Charkf sal
up quickly and stared.