"The conceit of that woman! Suppose she has given the world a new religion,--why not let us show our gratitude spontaneously. Why need she say such conceited, sacrilegious things in her book? She throws hot air at herself indirectly in every chapter. It reminds me of a page in Roosevelt’s ’Alone in Cubia.’ I counted sixty-three I’s on one page in that book, until I felt like the little boy who said to his father, after an evening of war experiences, ’Papa, couldn’t you get any one to help you put down the rebellion?’ "I don’t believe, unless my feeling changes, that I shall ever join the church while its by-laws remain as they are. I will work for the cause, and be diligent and faithful and studious, but I disapprove of a church being such a close corporation and for one finite, human being to possess such power as Mrs. Eddy holds, and holds with such pertinacity and deliberate love of power. "When I said some of this to Mrs. Goddard, she said that she never chemicalized over Mrs. Eddy the way great numbers did, but she said you had a claim at one time, and I want to know if you are over it. I feel like a brute to have to admit it even to you, for of course I am grateful and appreciative and all that. But if you call what I feel ’chemicalizing,’ I can only say that I can hear myself sizzling like a bottle of Apollinaris whenever I come across the name of Eddy, and realize how she holds the power of a female Pope. "I told Noel about it, but he doesn’t feel it at all. Never did. But he understands how intensely I suffer from it, and he said if I didn’t mind my eye, I’d blow off a tire right in church. And once, when he took me and saw me getting red in the face, he said, ’Now sit tight, old girl!’ and I nearly laughed aloud. "Now let me tell you my first demonstration. I am so happy over it I am going to do something to celebrate it, and that’s another thing I want to consult you about. "Yesterday Noel and I were out in the White Moth, and every time I know I am going out in the thing I read in ’Science and Health’ about accidents, and declare the truth, so that my mind will be filled with a preventive. It comforts me a great deal and is the only thing that enables me to enjoy an automobile ride in New York, for, with the danger of blowing up and other people’s bad driving and frightened horses and the absolute recklessness of pedestrians, you take, if not your life, at least your enjoyment of life, in your hand whenever you get into a machine. "Noel is the most careful chauffeur I ever saw, and we were just trundling along out in the Bronx, when, without a word of warning, a little bit of a boy jumped from a crowd of children and stumbled right in front of us. I saw him fall, and to my dying day I never shall forget the sight of his little white, upturned face as he disappeared under the machine. We ran right squarely over him!