When Mrs. Burton called that same afternoon, she expressed her great desire to see and talk with Carol. Mrs. Mandeville readily assented, remarking that she felt sure Carol would be delighted to see her. As there were other visitors present, she was not able to accompany her herself. A maid therefore conducted her to Carol’s room. Nurse was sitting with him. As Mrs. Burton intimated that she had come to have a little talk with Master Carol, she left the room. "Eloise sends her love to you, dear Carol. She is so happy to know you are so wonderfully better. We feared so much that you, too, might be crippled for life, as she has been, by a fall. The spinal concussion caused her to lose the use of her legs. We have consulted the first specialists, but they have never been able to do anything for her. When the doctor told me this morning how miraculously you have been healed, I felt I must come and ask you to tell me something about it. Tell me, dear Carol, what is Christian Science?" The boy looked up, but not at Mrs. Burton. That far-away dreamy look came to his eyes, which his cousins knew so well. It was such a big question to try to answer. It seemed minutes before he spoke. Then he said: "I think Christian Science means knowledge--a knowledge of God; and as we gain this knowledge we draw nearer to Him. Cousin Alicia used to tell me we are all God’s children, but we have wandered so far away from Him. We are prodigals, dwelling in that far country where we are fed, like the swine, on husks. Christian Science just teaches us the way back to our Father’s house; and as we find the road and walk in it, we lose the evils that tormented us. Jesus was our elder brother who never left his Father’s house. Although he lived on earth, it was still his Father’s house, because he lived always in the consciousness of good. And that is what we have to try to do. It seemed easier when I was with Cousin Alicia." There was just a note of sadness and regret in the boy’s voice. "What a beautiful thought, Carol, ’living in the consciousness of good.’ But, dear, how can we do it, with sickness, sorrow, and sin, all around? When I look at my wee girlie, I can never know joy or happiness; her young life to be so cruelly blighted through the carelessness of a maid. Every child I see running about free and happy is like a dagger in my heart, as I know that she should be the same." "When Cousin Alicia came from America after my mother’s death, I was very ill, and the doctors said I could never be better. But she knew that I could. She said, ’You are God’s child, dear Carol, and all God’s children are spiritual, and therefore perfect. Awake from this dream of suffering and pain.’ Every day she used to talk to me, until she led me to understand what it is to live in the consciousness of good, and then I was well." "Oh, Carol, it seems too wonderful to be true! Do you think that something might be done for my little girl?"