"The words seem difficult to understand at first," he said, "but you will soon grow to love them. It is the truth which Jesus promised should make us free. It has made me free. It will make you free." CHAPTER VII.--"I KNOW." Carol bounded through the park with a light, joyous step. On reaching the Manor House, he would have gone straight to his aunt, but there were visitors with her. So he rejoined his cousins in the school-room. "Where ever have you been, Carol?" they questioned, as he entered. "Somewhere Auntie gave me permission to go," he replied quietly. Miss Markham looked at the boy’s beaming face, and she too wondered. He had been absent from the Scripture lesson, which she, and sometimes Mrs. Mandeville, gave the children every Sunday evening. She felt a little remorse that she had been conscious during the lesson of a feeling of relief, on account of the boy’s absence. Carol so often asked a question in a quiet, thoughtful manner, which she was unable to answer: and the question would often recur to her afterwards. She had an intuition that the boy had a firmer grasp of spiritual truths than she herself possessed. Many times she would have liked to discuss a subject with him. But Mrs. Mandeville had warned her that the boy had been taught much that was unorthodox, she therefore refrained from discussion. Though it was much later than usual, Carol was wide awake when Mrs. Mandeville came to his room that night. She had found all the other children fast asleep. "Auntie, I did want to tell you, I had a very happy time with Mr. Higgs. He’s such a nice, interesting old man. I was able to tell him so much that he had never thought about before. Thank you again for letting me go. He will like me to go next Sunday--I may--mayn’t I?" "Of course, dear; as it seems to make you so happy; and I am sure it must be very nice for Mr. Higgs to have you read to him, as he is so troubled with rheumatism. But you must really settle down to sleep now, Carol. You have no idea how late it is." "Yes, Auntie, I shall soon be asleep, I wanted to tell you first. I feel so happy now, I can say one verse of Mrs. Eddy’s beautiful hymn to-night which commences: ’My prayer some daily good to do, ’To thine for Thee;’ "Cousin Alicia used to sing it to me every night when I was ill. I loved it so much, because its measures _did_ bind the power of pain. Often I had fallen asleep before she came to the end." "You must repeat all the hymn to me some time, Carol, I shall like to hear it."