Eloise ran along the platform, holding Rosebud by the hand, wafting kisses to be carried to Miss Desmond. When the train was out of sight and she returned to join the others, she saw the Rector was watching her with the kindly smile his face used to wear in the days when she was not able to run about. Clingingly clasping his arm, looking up to him in her winning way, and remembering the question which to Carol had been unanswered, she said: "You _are_ glad, are you not, Rector, that I can run about, and that I have been taught the Truth that makes us free?" "Yes, little girl, I am very glad. Perhaps I have been mistaken in my judgment. Tell me, Eloise, what is this Truth of which you speak?" Eloise hesitated a moment; then, looking up beyond the Rector into the broad blue heavens, she said: "It is just _knowing_ that God is _All_, and there is nothing beside. All the _real_ God made; whatever He did not make is shadow. When I quite understood that God could not make an imperfect thing--that He never, never made a lame little girl--the shadow disappeared, and I could walk." The Rector turned to Mr. Higgs who was standing near. "Is that what my nephew has been teaching you, Higgs?" "Yes, sir; but I’ve been slower to grasp it. Seems to me the Truth is very simple, but we need the childlike mind to take it in." "Maybe you are right, Higgs--maybe you are right. ’Whosoever shall not receive the kingdom of God as a little child ... shall not enter therein.’ The Master’s words." Thoughtfully, with bent head and downcast eyes, meditating deeply, the Rector walked back to the Rectory. Words very familiar came to him with a different meaning: "Ye shall know the Truth, and the Truth shall make you free;" and with the words came a desire that was prayer: "Lord, teach me this Truth. Grant me the childlike mind." ―――― "Carol, I have been thinking of something," Mrs. Mandeville said, as the train bore them along. "Should you like to know of what I have been thinking?" "Please, dear Auntie; I should very much like to know." "Well, dear, I have been thinking if it should occur to the young Master of Willmar Court to send Rosebud and me an invitation whilst he is at home, we should accept it." "Oh, Auntie, what a lovely thought! To have you and Rosebud, and Cousin Alicia, all together!" "I want Miss Desmond, Carol, to teach me some of the things she has taught you." There was a long silence. The boy’s heart was too full for words. Then he said: "Auntie, I know now how the little bird felt when the King opened the cage door, and he sang and sang for joy. My heart is singing to _my_ King. I wonder if--perhaps--He will say, some missing note has come into Carol’s song." "Indeed, my darling, I think so." He nestled closely beside her. Looking down she saw on his face the reflection of a great joy--a great peace; and she knew that he had just crept into Love’s arms.