"God bless ’ee, Master Carol, God bless ’ee. Aye, I don’t know how to say it often enough, when I think it’s all along o’ the blessed truth you taught me I’m free of the rheumatiz. I met Farmer Stubbins on my way, and he says, ’Why, Higgs, you’re walking along quite spry. What’s become o’ your rheumatiz?’ ’Gone, thank the Lord,’ says I, ’never to return.’ ’Oh! and what may you have done to get rid of it?’ he asks, being crippled himself with the same. ’I ain’t done nothing,’ I replied. Then I says, ’Farmer Stubbins, you and me was boys together, and we sang in the village choir. Do you mind there’s a verse in the Psalms--aye, we’ve sung it many a time; but we just didn’t think o’ the words--it was the music we thought about. "He sent His word and healed them." That’s just what the Lord has done. He has sent His word and healed me, and He sent it by the mouth of one of His dear children.’" Carol’s face was radiant with joy. Anxiously watching him, Mrs. Mandeville could not fear that the old man’s talk could harm him. Then, after fumbling in his coat pocket, he drew forth a little book carefully folded in soft paper. "I’ve got it, Master Carol. It came this morning--the little book you’ve told me about. My daughter wrote for me. We didn’t quite know where to write, so we just addressed the letter: ’Christian Science Church, London,’ and a kind lady has sent me this book. It isn’t quite new, and she writes that I shall value it more if it costs me something. I am just to pay what I can, and send the money as I am able." He was unfolding the paper covering as he spoke, and then held out a small copy of _Science and Health_. "Oh, Auntie, isn’t Love beautiful! You see Love _has_ found a way. Mr. Higgs will lend it to you to read to me a little time--won’t you, Mr. Higgs?" "I’ll be very happy to, Master Carol." Mrs. Mandeville took the book with almost a feeling of awe. It had come so wonderfully, yet so simply. She thought of the words: "He sent His angel." She pointed to a chair, saying, "Please be seated, Mr. Higgs, whilst I read. Is there any particular part you would like me to read, Carol?" she asked, turning over the pages. "No, Auntie--just open the book; let Love find the place." "Carol, you so frequently speak of Love as of a personality. What do you mean, dear?" "Auntie, God is Love. But when we speak of God, it seems we must bow our head, and think reverently of the great ’I Am.’ But when we speak of Love--we can just creep into Love’s arms, and ask Love anything." "Even to find a place in a book," Mrs. Mandeville said with a smile. "Yes, Auntie--even that." Then she opened the book. It opened at page 494, and the first sentence she read was: "Divine Love always has met and always will meet every human need." A smile rested on the boy’s face, his sufferings were forgotten, as the dear familiar words fell on his ear. Love had not failed him.