"Not altogether, Auntie. I have been thinking of what it means by the words, ’The mind that was in Christ.’ That was what I was reading when I came to bed. If we are to have that Mind, we should understand what it is. But, Auntie, I can’t get any farther than _love_: the mind that was in Christ was love. God is Love, and Jesus said, ’I and my Father are one.’ So, Auntie, when our hearts are filled with love for the poor and afflicted and sorrowing, it is the Christ mind that comes to us. Because Jesus loved all who came to him, he was able to heal them. He said, ’I can of myself do nothing, it is the Father that worketh in me. He doeth the works.’ Jesus was a perfect mirror, reflecting the love which is God. That is why he said, ’They that have seen me have seen my Father also.’ Cousin Alicia explained this once to me, but I did not quite understand it at the time. I see so clearly now. When we reflect love as Jesus did, we shall be able to do the works that he did. I often wonder, Auntie, why Uncle Raymond and all the clergy who preach the Gospel don’t help people when they are ill. It is not being obedient, is it?" Mrs. Mandeville’s face was grave. "Ought I not to question this, Auntie?" "Perhaps it would be better not, dear, until you are older. I do not understand myself. It is a subject I never seriously considered until you came to us. Now I think I must say good-night, my little lie-awake." "I always fall asleep soon after I have said ’good-night’ to you, Auntie." "That is right, darling. I do enjoy our little talks; they are very sweet and helpful to me, Carol." Then, after a long, loving embrace, she left him, a grave, thoughtful, but happy expression on her face. The following Saturday morning after breakfast the three little girls told Carol, with delight, that they were going to the home farm in the afternoon, and begged him to go with them. Carol promised. He never refused to go anywhere or to do anything when Rosebud asked him. It was different with Percy and Frank. They were always too busy. Carol knew how great a delight a visit to the farm was to the little girls, where each had a special pet of her own which the farmer’s wife kindly took care of for them. Carol had visited the farm once before, and was almost as interested as the little girls in the animals and poultry yard. The schoolroom children had grown out of the interest they once had in visiting the farm. Saturday being a school holiday, the boys were at home all day. After lunch Percy said: "I say, Carol, some fellows are coming this afternoon; we are going to have a game at rounders. You can manage that. Will you come?" Carol was never asked to join in a game at cricket or football, as his uncle and aunt feared it would not be good for him. "I am sorry, Percy; I cannot. I promised Rosebud and Sylvia to go with them to the farm this afternoon."