Dr. Burton was out when the messenger from the Manor went for him. He had not returned from a night case to which he had been summoned. Mrs. Burton promised that he would go immediately on his return. Shortly after ten o’clock Dr. Burton arrived, expecting to find from the urgent message that had reached him a change for the worse in his patient. He was considerably taken aback as he entered the room to hear a ripple of laughter, and the boy with a radiant face, sitting upright in bed, who, the day before, had not been able to raise his head from the pillow. "What does this mean?" Dr. Burton asked in a tone of voice in which surprise became almost consternation. "I cannot tell you anything, Doctor, except that Carol slept all night and woke this morning feeling quite well and hungry. He has had a fairly substantial breakfast," Mrs. Mandeville said. The doctor then thoroughly examined him, felt his pulse, took his temperature, and when he looked on the places where the terrible bruises had been, and saw only a faint discoloration, he said: "It is a miracle!" "No, Doctor," said Carol, quietly, "it is Christian Science." "Then what is Christian Science?" the doctor asked. But the boy was silent. He could talk to his aunt on the subject, but not to the doctor. At that moment a maid brought a telegram to Mrs. Mandeville. It was from Miss Desmond. She read it, and passed it on to Dr. Burton. It was brief: "Letters and telegrams reached me 9.30 last evening. Regret unavoidable delay. Kindly wire if all is well. Letter to Carol follows." The doctor and Mrs. Mandeville simply looked at each other in speechless wonderment, one thought engrossing them. It was shortly after 9.30 the night before that Carol fell into the sleep from which he had awakened well. "It is at last a message from Cousin Alicia," Mrs. Mandeville then said to Carol. "Our letters and telegrams did not reach her till 9.30 last evening." "Yes, Auntie, I knew it, and I know she has worked for me all night." Both Mrs. Mandeville and the doctor would have liked to understand what the boy meant by that one word "worked." But neither questioned him then. "I can get up now, Doctor, cannot I?" Carol asked. "Yes, there is no reason that I can see for keeping you in bed. All the same," turning to Mrs. Mandeville, "I should say he may as well be kept fairly quiet for a day or two--not commence running races, or any other juvenile sports." "You can trust me, Doctor," Mrs. Mandeville remarked, smiling. "It seems to me you should consult the lady who has worked for him all night with such marvellous success. I can scarcely consider him my patient now." "Doctor, I thank you very much for all you tried to do for me. You were very kind and gentle to me." "Tut-tut, boy! Why, that’s of course."