"Auntie, Mr. Higgs was my doctor, this afternoon. The medicine he brought sent me to sleep, and I do not ache quite so much. Must I take this drug medicine as well?" Mrs. Mandeville had poured out a dose, and now held the glass in her hand. "You are right, Carol. I can see a decided improvement. I will not ask you to drink this." She emptied the contents of the glass away. A few minutes afterwards Rosebud’s sweet voice was piping at the door: "Me’s ’tome to see Tarol." Mrs. Mandeville lifted her up to kiss Carol, very carefully guarding her from touching him anywhere. "You must only kiss Carol, darling." The little arms were about to twine themselves around him. "Me does ’ove ’ou, Tarol, so welly much." The boy would have liked to hold her closely to him, but he could not raise an arm. "It does make me so happy to see Rosebud again, Auntie. Perhaps to-morrow I shall be able to see all my cousins." Mrs. Mandeville did not say, but she thought it would be many "to-morrows" before he would be strong enough to receive them all in his room. "Now run back to the nursery, darling," she said to the wee girlie. "Take a good-night kiss to Sylvia and Estelle, will you Rosebud?" Carol said. Then she had to be lifted up again to receive a kiss for "eberybody." Mrs. Mandeville sat silent by the bedside for some time after Rosebud left the room. Then she said in a very low, soft voice, "Do you remember, Carol, coming to my room one day when I lay prostrate with one of my bad headaches?" "Yes, Auntie; I remember quite well." "I was very ungrateful, Carol, I would not let myself acknowledge it was your little prayer that took it away. Yet I knew it was, for I had never lost a headache like that before." "Yes, Auntie, I knew Christian Science had helped you. But I thought you did not understand." She kissed him very tenderly. "I am not ungrateful any longer, dear. I acknowledge the debt. Now I must not let you talk any more or Dr. Burton will insist upon having a trained nurse. He has suggested it several times." "He couldn’t keep you away from me, could he, Auntie?" "I think he would find it a trifle difficult, dear." "But I want you to go downstairs to dinner to-night, Auntie. Uncle will like to have you, and Nurse will stay with me." "Perhaps I will go then, for an hour, dear." So, later on, to everyone’s surprise Mrs. Mandeville appeared at the dinner table, and was so bright they all knew, without asking, that Carol was improving, though he had not been pronounced out of danger. Nurse was quietly making all the needful little preparations for the night when Carol asked her to place the clock where he could see it as he lay in bed. "The nights seem so long when I cannot sleep, Nurse. I like to watch the fingers of the clock, then I know how long it will be before the light can peep through the curtains."