"I knew it was not so, when I tried to help you. I always saw you perfect, as God made you, and you know the shadow disappeared. When I lay in bed a few days ago, and couldn’t move, the bruises seemed so real, and the pain very great, I couldn’t think of them as shadows, but my cousin was able to do it for me, and all disappeared. Neither my aunt nor the doctor seemed able to believe it at first, because they do not understand. Won’t it be a happy day when everyone understands that Truth destroys disease; and when little children have hip-disease doctors won’t hurt them to try to make them better, as they did me?" "Did they really?" "Yes, and the operation did not make me better. But we will not talk about it. I ought not to remember anything about it. It was all error. Shall we have the chapter again from St. John which tells us ’In my Father’s house are many mansions’?" "Aye, I mind that chapter well. The words just sink down into my heart, and stir up something there, and I’ve wanted to understand them better. I’ve thought a lot about it since the last time you talked to me. I know He is faithful who promised, the ’works that I do shall he do also.’ As I said before, I’m an old man, Master Carol, and I’ve been looking for it all my life. Why, I’ve asked myself, don’t His servants and ministers give us the signs He promised?" "And now what you have been looking for all these years has come--the light at eventide," Carol said softly, looking beyond the old man with eyes that seemed unconscious of the crimson of the setting sun, as he caught a glimpse of that marvellous light which ’never was, on land or sea’--spiritual understanding. "You have been healed, and your little grand-daughter, and I, too, in the way the Master commanded." "Aye, it’s true, Master Carol. I feel like saying, ’Lord, now lettest thou thy servant depart in peace, for mine eyes have seen thy salvation.’ It is His salvation. Maybe when you have read me that chapter from the Bible, you’ll read me some pages of the little book which seems to make things clearer to me, and helps me to understand the Bible better." "I am sorry, I may not," Carol said regretfully, looking at the little book which lay beside the old man’s Bible. "My uncle has taken my copy of the book away because he did not wish me to read it. It would not be honorable to read from another copy. It will be given back to me sometime. I do not know how or when. Auntie asked me not to stay long this evening, so I will read the chapter now."