Tea was just finished when the message came for Carol to go to Mother’s room. All the children wanted to accompany him, but the maid who brought the message said: "Only Master Carol was to go," and she led the boy to Mrs. Mandeville’s room. Carol had only once before seen his aunt. She had visited his home in Devonshire when his mother was very ill, and he himself had been too ill to care or notice who came and went. Mrs. Mandeville was lying on a couch in her boudoir. She was a tall, fair woman, of a gentle yielding nature, and a beautiful countenance. Never strong or robust, for some years she had been subject to attacks of nervous prostration. The joyous excitement of her husband’s safe return, and the grief for her brother’s death, had brought on one of these attacks. She sobbed aloud as she drew Carol into her arms and held him closely to her. "My darling boy!" "Auntie, dear, do not grieve like this." "Carol, I loved your father very, very, dearly." "But, Auntie, that should make you not grieve for him. Cousin Alicia has taught me to feel so glad and happy about Father. I could not cry or be sorry now. I love to think how he gave his life for that poor, wounded soldier. Jesus said there was no greater love than to lay down one’s life for a friend, and it was not even a friend; it was a stranger. Some day there will be no more war, because everyone will know that God is our Father, and His name is Love. But we are only His children as we reflect Him--reflect Love. When everyone understands this, no one will want war." Mrs. Mandeville looked with surprise at the earnest young face, so calmly confident of what he said. "It is nice to see you, Carol, looking so well and strong. You were very ill when I saw you two years ago. We have never been able to understand your recovery. What a mistake the doctors must have made about your case." "Auntie, they did not make a mistake. It was Cousin Alicia who taught me about Christian Science. Then I began to get well, and I soon lost the dreadful pain in my hip." "Carol, dear, never mention a word about Christian Science before your Uncle Raymond. He says it is dreadful heresy, and it makes him so angry to hear it talked about. Did he meet you at the station?" "No, Auntie. I have not seen him yet." "He said he would meet the train but he generally manages to get too late. He will be here this evening for dinner." Uncle Raymond was Mrs. Mandeville’s brother, and the rector of the parish. "But, Auntie, if he asks anything about my illness I must tell him what has made me well." "I do not think he will, dear; so there will be no need to say anything. It is very beautiful, Carol, for you to think Christian Science has healed you, and there is no need for your faith to be shaken." "I do not _think_, Auntie, I _know_, so that no one could shake my faith." "Well, dear, we won’t talk about it. Tell me, did you have a pleasant journey?"