I'm coming, I'm coming,' they heard Nurse Angela say.

'It's that Curly Day,' Nurse Edna was explaining to Nurse Angela. 'I just had to kick him and the Copperfield kid out of here.'

'Not ever,' Homer Wells said.

'You disapprove?' Dr. Larch asked Homer.

'I don't disapprove of you,' Homer Wells said. 'I disapprove of it-it's not for me.'

'Well, I've never forced you,' Dr. Larch said. 'And I never will. It's all your choice.'

'Right,' said Homer Wells.

A door opened, but what Curly Day was caterwauling about was no clearer. Dr. Larch and Homer Wells heard the test tubes in the rack by the dispensary doer tinkle; over these chimes, and for the first time holding its own with the wind, the word 'Dead!' came through to them.

'Dead! Dead! Dead!' Curly Day was screaming, his announcement punctuated by the unintelligible, {220} monosyllabic utterances of young Copperfield.

'Who's dead, dear?' Nurse Angela asked Curly sweetly.

Curly Day had discovered that the stationmaster was dead; Curly didn't know it was the stationmaster- Curly hadn't taken a long enough look.

'A guy is dead!' Curly said to Nurse Angela and Nurse Edna.

Wilbur Larch, who heard this distinctly, got up from the desk and walked past Homer Wells, into the hall.

'And if it's all the same to you,' Homer Wells said to him, 'I'd like permission to not be there, when you do what you have to do. I want to be of use in any other way, and I'm not disapproving of you,' Homer said. 'If it's okay, I just don't want to watch it.'

'I'll have to think about that, Homer,' Dr. Larch said. 'Let's see who's dead, shall we?' As Homer followed Larch down the hall, he noted that the door to the delivery room was closed, and that the door light was on -which meant that Nurse Edna or Nurse Angela had prepared the two women who were waiting for their abortions. The woman from Damariscotta, whose contractions were still slow and regular, probably wouldn't be needing the delivery room until long after Larch was through the two abortions. Homer agreed with Dr. Larch that it was cruel to make the women waiting for the abortions wait any longer than was necessary, especially after they'd been prepared, and so Homer opened the delivery room door and poked his head inside without really looking at either woman. He announced, 'The doctor will be right with you-please don't worry.'

Homer Wells regretted his timing; before he could close the delivery room door, Curly Day began his 'Dead!' chant all over again.

Curly Day possessed the kind of restlessness that would always lead him to unwanted discoveries. He had tired of dragging David Copperfield around in the enema-bag carton, and therefore he had conceived of launching {221} young Copperfield (in the carton) off the loading platform at the boys' division delivery entrance. It had been a struggle to get the carton and Copperfield up the ramp; but once elevated above the little-used driveway and the tall weeds, Curly imagined that Copperfield nnight be taught how to almost fly. Surely it wasn't such a high drop; in the carton, especially, it wouldn't be much of a fall. And the weedy hill that sloped away from the loading platform would probably allow the enema-bag carton to slide. Curly did foresee the possible damage to the carton-the destruction of which would leave him in the company of David Copperfield, all alone, and the prospect of Copperfield without a carton or another plaything was powerfully boring. But Curly was already tired of the possible uses of Copperfield with (or in) the carton; he had exhausted the safe things there; were to do, and Copperfield was not complaining. Copperfield didn't know he was on the brink of the loading platform; he couldn't see over the sides of the carton. When Curly pushed the carton and Copperfield over the edge, he was careful to keep the carton in an upright position, thus preventing Copperfield from landing on his head. The carton landed on one corner, which collapsed; and young Copperfield was propelled down the bank of tall weeds. Like an unsteady chick staggering out of its shell, he came briefly to his feet before he fell and rolled, again and again. From the platform, Curly Day watched the weeds waving at him; if the weeds indicated Copperfield's whereabouts, they were too tall for Curly to actually see Copperfield.

Copperfield was not injured, but he was disoriented. He couldn't see Curly, and he couldn't see the carton -which he'd grown rather fond of. When he stopped rolling, he tried to stand, but dizziness, in combination with the uneven ground, unbalanced him, and he sat down. What he sat on was something hard and round, like a stone, but when he looked at what it was, he saw it was the stationmaster's head-face up, eyes {222} open, a strangely accepting terror in the frozen expression.

An older child, or even an adult, might have been upset at sitting on the dead stationmaster's face, but young David Copperfield viewed it much as he viewed the rest of the world: with more curiosity than surprise. However, when he touched the face and felt its coldness, the correctness of the child's sensibilities was apparent: the coldness was surely wrong. Young Copperfield leaped away, rolled, came to his feet, ran, fell, rolled again. Finally on his feet, he began to yelp like a dog. Curly Day began to track him through the tall weeds.

'Hang on, hang on, don't get excited!' Curly called to the boy, but Copperfield ran and fell in circles, barking strangely. 'Stay in one place so I can find you!' Curly yelled. He stepped on something that rolled under his shoe; it felt like a freshly fallen branch that had not yet settled into the ground; it was the stationmaster's arm. In an attempt to catch his balance, Curly put his hand on the stationmaster's chest. The wide-eyed, unflinching face, which the tall weeds sheltered from the wind, stared past Curly, undisturbed. And then, in the plot of weeds, there were two barking dogs, who moved as if trapped in a maze. It was a testimony to something basically brave and responsible in Curly Day that the boy did not bolt from the weeds until he found David Copperfield.

Melony, at her window, watched the inexplicable thrashing through the weeds; at any time, she could have yelled out to Curly Day and told him the whereabouts of David Copperfield-she could see by the movement of the weeds which yelping animal was where. But she let them fend for themselves. Only when Curly Day was dragging young Copperfield up the driveway, around the boys' division toward the hospital entrance, did Melony feel inclined to comment.

'Hey, Curly, your shoes are on the wrong feet!'Melony called. 'You jerk!' But the wind was too strong. Curly {223} couldn't hear her; she couldn't hear what Curly was yelling. She spoke just one more word out the window, to no one in particular; she felt that the wind allowed her to say exactly what she felt, from the heart, as loudly as she chose, although she did not even bother to speak loudly. 'Boring,' she said.

But things became more interesting to Melony when Wilbur Larch and Homer Wells-and Nurse Edna and Nurse Angela-appeared in the driveway by the boys' division delivery entrance. They were clearly searching the plot of tall weeds.

'What are you looking for?' Melony yelled out the window, but either the noise of the wind or the intentness with which the searchers plunged through the weeds caused her question to be ignored. She decided to go see for herself.

Melony felt uneasy about the way this day was developing, but at the same time she felt grateful that something seemed to be happening-that anything at all was happening was vaguely all right with Melony.

This was not a feeling shared by either Candy Kendall or Wally Worthington, who for the last three hours had maintained an awkward silence-their sense of anticipation was too keen to conceal with conversation. It had still been dark when they'd left the coast at Heart's Haven and ventured inland-away from the wind, although the wind was still surprisingly strong. Wally had studied the map so excessively the night before that the white Cadillac moved as purposefully away from the sea as an oyster or its pearl washing resolutely ashore. It was really too windy, even inland, for the top to be down, but Wally preferred the Cadillac when it was a proper convertible, and also-with the top down, with the rush of the wind so noisy in the car-the absence of conversation between him and Candy was less obtrusive. Candy preferred it, too; her honey-blond hair was all around her face-such wild swirls of hair surrounded her face at times that she knew Wally couldn't see her {224} expression. Wally knew what her expression was, anyway; he knew her very well.