"My daughter’ll be sorry she missed coming in. We didn’t expect you to-night, Master Carol. She’s very grateful to you; her little girl seems quite well now. There’s been no return o’ the fits. An’ my rheumatiz is quite the talk o’ th’ village. What’s took it away? First one and then another asks. When I tell ’em th’ Lord’s healed me--well, well, they just look at me, as if they thunk th’ rheumatiz has gone to my head and turned my brain. Farmer Stubbins says he’s coming in one night to have a talk with me, for he’s tried many remedies, but his rheumatiz keeps getting worse." "Give him the little book to read, or tell him to get one for himself," Carol said. Then he read again the chapter he had once before read. At the end he closed the book without comment. Brightly wishing the old man good-night, he left the cottage. CHAPTER XXI.--JOYFUL NEWS FROM ELOISE. Miss Desmond gladly acceded to Carol’s desire, and wrote to Mrs. Burton at once to bring her little girl to stay with her. They left for Devonshire the following week. A month passed before Carol received the promised letter from Eloise. During the time Miss Desmond wrote to him as usual, but beyond mentioning the pleasure it was to her to have his friends staying with her, and what a dear interesting little girl she found Eloise, she did not give any details of their visit. At the end of the month the postman brought one morning a delightfully "fat envelope" addressed to Carol in a round, childish hand. He knew at once it was the long promised letter from Eloise. There was also a shorter one enclosed from Mrs. Burton. Carol read Eloise’s letter first. "WILLMAR COURT, S. DEVON. "_My dear Carol,_ "I did not forget I had promised to write soon to you. Miss Desmond seemed to wish me not to write just at first. She said you would understand. I think she wanted everyone at Mandeville to forget for a little while all about me. She called it taking their thought off me. "Now I have so much to tell you. I do not know how I shall get it all in one letter. Dear Carol, I am just the very, very happiest little girl in all the world. I _can walk_. More than that, I can _run_. Isn’t it lovely--wonderful! One night I dreamed that I was walking, and when I awoke in the morning the dream seemed so real, I felt it must be true. So I just got out of bed, and I _could walk_. I walked to Mother’s bedside. She was so glad and happy. When we saw dear Miss Desmond at breakfast time, and I wanted to thank her, and tell her how much I loved her, she took me to her room, and pointed to a portrait on the wall. Such a sweet, loving face, with white, wavy hair. ’That, dear Eloise,’ she said, ’is the portrait of the one you must love. I could not have taken you to the Fountain of Truth to be healed, had she not first shown me the way.’ And oh, Carol, I do love dear Mrs. Eddy. How I wish I could tell her so!