"Why, that is one of the best things about Christian Science. It requires you to give up no innocent pleasure. It only cautions one against indulging to excess in anything. Dancing, card-playing, games,--why, some of the best card-players I know are Christian Scientists, but they don’t lose their tempers when they lose a game and they don’t cheat to win. In fact, one of the most graceful things I have ever seen done was when two ladies tied for the prize--a beautiful gold vase--at a bridge party Addie gave just before she closed her house, and the lady who won had played coolly, well, and won by merit. The other flung herself back in her chair with an exclamation, showing by her suffused face and clenched hands every sign of ill-temper. My sister-in-law brought the prize to the winner, who, with the prettiest grace imaginable, thanked her and then presented it, by Addie’s permission, to the vexed lady who had lost. You should have seen the recipient’s face! Surprise, humiliation, and cupidity struggled almost audibly for supremacy. She protested feebly, but ended by taking it. A number of others gathered around, attracted by the unusual scene, and suddenly the owner of the vase said to the giver of it: ’I would like to know what church you go to.’ ’Well, as none of you know, you may guess,’ she answered. They guessed Baptist, Methodist, Unitarian, Episcopal, and finally the recipient of the vase said: ’No, you are all wrong. I believe she is a Christian Scientist, because no one but a Christian Scientist would give up a gold vase!’" "I like that," said Aunt Angie, promptly. "And I think the churches make a mistake in forbidding innocent pleasures. Oh, why don’t they dwell on the good instead of squabbling over the bad?" "You have described one of the chief differences between the Christian Science and the other churches," cried Carolina. "Why, Aunt Angie, you are a ready-made Scientist!" "Am I? Well, we shall see. Now tell me when you can go to see Flower. Was Moultrie able to buy Araby for you?" "No, Mr. Mazyck refused to sell her. But Moultrie has lent me Scintilla until he can find another good horse for me." "But you especially wanted Araby, didn’t you?" "Yes, because she is a direct descendant of the sire of my grandfather’s favourite saddle-horse. And she is simply perfect, Aunt Angie." "I am afraid Barney Mazyck is hopeless. If he wants a thing, he wants it and is going to keep it." "I know; but I have not despaired of getting her yet. Perhaps I am just as bent upon getting her as Mr. Barnwell Mazyck is upon keeping her." "And in that case--" "Well, I wouldn’t put any money on Mr. Mazyck!" laughed Carolina. In the slight pause which ensued, Carolina could see that Mrs. La Grange was ill at ease. Suddenly she turned to the girl and said: "My dear, doubtless you think it strange that I do not know beyond a doubt the state of my own little grandson’s sight, but--"