"A letter so important for your future, dear, could not be lost. I am sending it for Mrs. Mandeville to read, as it is necessary for her and also your Uncle Raymond to know the contents. They will, I am sure, observe their brother’s last wishes; and one is, that no hindrance or impediment shall be put in the way of your studying the Science which has healed you. I am to buy a new copy of _Science and Health_, and write in it: ’To Carol--from Father.’ You see, dear, Love has found a way, and just the most beautiful way of restoring to you the book you seemed to have lost, for a time at least. "Dearly as you have valued the book before, it will have an added value with the knowledge that it comes to you expressly by your dear father’s desire. Mrs. Mandeville will, no doubt, let you read (or read to you) the letter before returning it to me. You will rejoice to learn how much you were in your father’s thoughts at the last. I have ordered a copy of the book. You will receive it in a very short time. I know how glad you will be to be able to study the Lesson-Sermons again. How nice it will be for you and Eloise to do them sometimes together! Dear little girl! Give her many loving thoughts from me. We miss her very much. Bob’s affections seem about equally divided between his young master and ’the little lady’ as he calls her. "Always in thought and deed, dear Carol, Your loving cousin, ALICIA DESMOND." Very quietly Carol went to the back of his aunt’s chair, and slipping an arm around her neck whispered softly in her ear: "It’s all right, Auntie. I knew that Love would find a way, but I didn’t think it would be quite so soon, and such a beautiful way. It is all in Father’s letter." Mrs. Mandeville had laid her letters down unread. She could not disappoint the children, who loved her to breakfast with them, by taking them to her own room, and she wanted to be alone when she read them. As soon as breakfast was over, she left the school-room. An hour later Carol received a message that she wanted him to go to her. "You have been crying, Auntie," he said, as he entered the room. "Yes, dear, this letter from your father, and my dear brother, has been a joy and a sorrow to me, bringing back so vividly the remembrance of him. You will like to read it." She gave the letter to Carol, and he at once sat down beside her, and read it. "_My dear Alicia,_ "The fiat has gone forth! They give me neither weeks nor days: a few hours only. The sea has been very rough the past three days. A partly healed wound has reopened: the hemorrhage is internal. They cannot stop it. I think of you and my boy, and that Science which stanched his running wounds, and I wish I knew something of it. I put it off, like one of old, to a more convenient season. The little book you gave me I left with some poor fellows in the hospital, intending to get another copy when I reached England.