"No, Carol; I didn’t know it, when I used to sit all day in my little wheel-chair, longing to walk like other children. It was like living in a dark room until some one came and opened the shutters to let the sunlight in. The sunlight was there all the time, but I did not know it. I was God’s perfect child all the time, but I believed I was lame, until Miss Desmond taught me the Truth." "When I go to bed, Eloise, thoughts come to me. I tell them to Auntie sometimes, but not to any one else. Shall I tell you what I was thinking last night?" "Please, Carol, I should like to know." "I began first by thinking if any one asked me, where is heaven, I should answer: Heaven is where God is. Then I remembered, God is _everywhere_. There is no place where God is not. Then I knew that everywhere must be heaven, and we have only to open our eyes, and just as much as we can see of good--God--just that far we shall have entered heaven. So it won’t matter, Eloise, if you are in London, and I am in Devonshire, if we are both looking steadfastly all the time to see only good around us, we shall both be entering the Kingdom of Heaven. There is only one gate--a golden gate--into that Kingdom, and ’Christ in divine Science shows us the way.’" ―――― The little country station seemed to be quite full of people when the train that was to carry Mrs. Mandeville and Carol to London drew up at the platform. The hour they were to leave had become known in the village, and, besides all his cousins, their nurses and Miss Markham, Mr. Higgs, his daughter and grand-daughter, Dr. and Mrs. Burton, and Eloise were there. At the last moment the Rector hurriedly stalked in. "Almost too late, dear Raymond," Mrs. Mandeville said as he greeted them. "So, Carol, I learn you have succeeded in planting Christian Science in this village." The boy looked up with his quiet, fearless eyes. "Not I, Uncle Raymond!" "Who then?" The boy’s head was bowed as he reverently answered: "Christ. I am happy, Uncle Raymond, if I have been a little channel for Truth. I could do nothing myself." Carol met the grave look on the Rector’s face with his bright smile. "You _are_ glad, are you not, Uncle Raymond, that Mr. Higgs and his little grand-daughter, and dear Eloise--I, too--have found the Christ, and have been healed?" The engine gave a shrill whistle. Mrs. Mandeville drew the boy farther into the carriage; a porter closed the door as the train began to move; the question was unanswered. Mr. Higgs waved his hat, saying fervently, "God bless ’ee, Master Carol; and bring you back to us soon."