"There is authority for translating that word ’chasteneth,’ ’instructeth.’ But even if you leave it ’chasteneth,’ it doesn’t mean a life-long disfigurement or crippling of innocent babies. Supposing Peachie should disobey you, or even disgrace you, would you deliberately infect her with smallpox to destroy her beauty or send her into a train wreck to lame her or paralyze for life?" Mrs. La Grange only looked into Carolina’s eyes for reply, but her hands gripped the arms of her chair until her nails were white. "Yet you are only her earthly--her human--her finite mother. How much greater capacity has the Infinite Heart for love!" Mrs. La Grange stirred restlessly. "It is beautiful," she breathed, "but--disquieting. It upsets all my old beliefs." "’And good riddance to bad rubbish,’ as we children used to say," said Carolina, smiling. Aunt Angie smiled in answer, but a trifle dubiously. "Carolina," she said, "Moultrie told me--but of course you never said such a thing and I told him then that he must have misunderstood you--that Gladys Yancey was cured by Christian Science! Now, what _did_ you say?" "I said just that. She _was_ cured by Christian Science." "I don’t believe it!" cried Aunt Angie. "Excuse me, dear child, for saying so. I know that you are truthful and that you believe it, but _I_ don’t. I’d have to see it done." "If you saw Teddy Fitzhugh taught to speak plainly, would you believe?" "My dear, I’d leave the Presbyterian Church and join the Christian Scientists so quickly my church letter would be torn by the way I’d snatch it." Carolina laughed and squeezed Aunt Angie’s hand, who added with a smile: "I suppose you think I am as good as caught already, don’t you?" "I hope you are. You can’t imagine how much peace it brings." "Peace! It’s something I never have had, child." "Nor I. But I have it now." "What does your religion compel you to give up? Peachie absolutely refuses to join the church because it won’t allow dancing, and the child loves to dance better than anything in the world. They tell me, too, that she dances like a fairy." Aunt Angie pronounced it "fayry."