After lunch, when she found the trunks had been unpacked, Eloise showed Carol a little book, Miss Desmond’s parting gift to her. It was exactly like the book that had been given to Carol. He took it from Eloise, as she held it out to him, but immediately laid it down on the table. "Shall we do part of the Lesson together, Carol? It will be so nice. I have done part of it every morning with Miss Desmond." "Yes, I used to," Carol said, and Eloise detected a note of sadness in his voice. "Do you study it alone now, Carol?" she said. "No, I never study it at all, Eloise. I have not a book. The book Cousin Alicia gave me Uncle Raymond has." "Then we can do it together every week from my book, cannot we?" "No, Eloise, Uncle Raymond took my book away because he did not wish me to study it. Until he gives me permission, I cannot read it with you." "I am so sorry, Carol. The Rector always speaks so kindly to me when he sees me, I should not mind asking him to let you have it again--shall I? Perhaps he does not know how much you want it." "Auntie asked him when I was ill, and he would not. I do not think it would be any use for you to ask him, dear Eloise." "And wouldn’t you like to have my book sometimes, Carol?" "Not without Uncle Raymond’s permission. He is my guardian. I must be obedient to his wishes. Don’t look sorry, Eloise. It is all right. We can only take one step at a time. It is sure to be given back to me when I am ready to take another step." "Will my book be taken away from me? Father and Mother are both pleased for me to have it." "Why, no, Eloise. The lesson I need to learn is perhaps not the lesson you need. Everyone who comes into Science has something to overcome--some particular lesson to master, Cousin Alicia said. Mine is obedience, cheerful, willing obedience, and every victory of Truth over error makes us stronger." Then with the _gaieté de coeur_ of childhood, the subject was dismissed. Eloise quickly proposed going to the garden where they spent the afternoon, Carol teaching her to play croquet. Peals of merry laughter reached Mrs. Burton as she sat at an open French window, causing her heart anew to overflow with loving gratitude to the One who had "sent His word," and her child was made whole. When Mrs. Mandeville paid her usual visit to Carol’s room that night, she found him with wide-open eyes, a flush of excitement on his cheeks. "I have had such a happy day, Auntie," he said. "I do love Eloise so much, and she loves me, too" (Mrs. Mandeville smiled), "and we both love Cousin Alicia. Since I came to bed I have been trying to think what love is, and it seems it is like light, it can never be described in words. The blind boy in the poem asked, ’What is that thing called light, Which I can ne’er enjoy?’