"Yes, Auntie, in the morning. I have been thinking whilst I was waiting for you to come that when we want to do something for Truth very, very much, Love finds the way. When I am a man, I shall want, more than anything in all the world, just to do what Jesus said, those that loved him were to do, ’Go ye into all the world, preach the Gospel, and heal the sick.’ I cannot help remembering there are so many little children lying now, just as I used to lie, always in pain; and they could be healed, just as I was healed, if there were more people who understood what Jesus meant by ’The truth shall make you free." "And you are quite sure, Carol, it is that which has made you free?" "Oh, Auntie, dear, I can never let even the tiniest thought of doubt creep up and make me question that. I _know_. When Uncle Raymond read in church last Sunday ’I know that my Redeemer liveth,’ I felt I wanted to stand up and tell all the people _because_ He liveth, I am well. That is ’knowing.’ I do long for the time to come when I shall be able to tell them so, and I can give all my time and my money to spread the glad tidings, to fight for Truth." "Maybe there is a great work, a great future before you, dear boy, surely the instrument has been prepared in a fierce fire, and has come forth strong for the battle. Now, good-night, and God bless you, darling." He clasped both his arms round her neck, holding her tightly, as in earlier years he used to cling to his mother. CHAPTER VIII.--A SECOND VISIT TO THE COTTAGE. The next Sunday evening when Carol entered the shoemaker’s cottage, he was not alone as before. "This is my daughter, Mrs. Scott, Master Carol, and her little girl," he said to Carol. "We thought, maybe, you wouldn’t object if she listened to the reading too. She cannot often go to church, because the little girl has been subject to epilepsy since she was two years old. She’s just turned eight now. I told her mother what you told me last Sunday, and she’ll be right glad to hear more." "That I shall, Master Carol. I know something of hip-disease, and if you could be cured of that, I’m sure my little girl could be cured of the fits." "Why, of course she could. You will be able to help her ever so much only by knowing that God never created fits; they belong to the mist which we read about in the second chapter of Genesis. I am going to read that chapter to Mr. Higgs to-night. Then you’ll understand. I will begin at the fourth verse, because the first three verses belong really to the first chapter, which is an account of the first creation, when God made everything that was made and it was spiritual and perfect. No one could ever alter or undo God’s perfect work; it remains, and always will remain, perfect. When we understand this, and realize it, the mist will disappear, and all the things which belong to the mist--sin, disease, and death."