"Well, what do you want me to do? Does your treatment commence right away?" "It is already begun." "Why, how? You haven’t done anything that I could see. Do you pray?" "Not to any virgin or saint, Flower." "No, I know that Protestants pray to God. Is that what you want me to do?" "I want you first to have a talk with Winfield and Moultrie--" "Moultrie will help me!" interrupted Flower. "I’ll ask him to talk to Winfield." "Well, do that. Then if he says you may try it, I want you not to tell another soul, especially don’t let Aunt Tempy or any of the negroes know a word about it. I want you to get up about twelve o’clock every night and light your candle, and put it where it shines directly in the baby’s eyes. It can’t hurt him. Then read the whole of the New Testament,--just as much every night as you can for one hour, believing that everything which was true of Jesus and His disciples then, can be and is true of His disciples on earth to-day, and that, if any one of us could ever be as pure and holy as He was, that we could do the one thing which is denied us yet,--that is, raise the dead! Will you?" "Indeed, I will." "Then every night I will treat your baby’s eyes by mind-healing, which I will explain to you a little later. In the meantime, you watch very closely to see the first indication which Arthur’s eyes give of the light’s making him stir, for that will show that his darkness is lifting and that he is beginning to see." Flower raised herself up and clung to Carolina’s knees and buried her face in her dress, weeping bitterly. "Oh, oh! Don’t think I am unhappy. I am crying because I think you can do it. How long will it take?" "No one can say. It may only take one treatment, or it may take years. ’According to your faith be it unto you.’" Just then, as Carolina rose to go, the baby wakened, and Flower reached for him and pressed him to her bosom in a passion of grief and hope. "Look!" she whispered to Carolina, "you can tell from the very expression of his little eyes that he can’t see. I remember now that once the sun was shining right into his eyes, and he kept them open, but I didn’t notice it at the time." "Remember this, Flower. We think that he can’t see. But in God’s eyes he is perfect. With Him there is no blindness nor sickness nor sin nor sorrow. He will take away your grief. He will wipe away all tears from your eyes." CHAPTER XVI. A LETTER FROM CAROLINA "’THE BATH,’ ENTERPRISE, S.C., "January 27, 19--