Carolina remembered the great number of intelligent coloured faces which were scattered through the congregations of the beautiful white marble church, with its splendour and glory of stained glass, in New York, and she wondered if here, in the pleadings of these three fat old coloured women in the pine forest of South Carolina lay the answer to the great and ever burning question of the white man’s burden. As she debated swiftly, her heart leaped to the task. It was not for her to refuse to spread the truth when it was so humbly and earnestly desired. "Come then," she said, "ask me questions, and I will tell you the answers that my new religion teaches. You may come, too, Rose Maud." The Barnwells’ carryall went slowly out through the great avenue of live-oaks from Carolina’s little cottage at Guildford into the "big road" which led to Sunnymede. But no one thought of the incongruity of the three old coloured women and Jake, letting the horses drive themselves, while he listened with pathetic eagerness to the clear, earnest tones of the white young lady, who simply and sincerely answered the questions all four asked of her with such painful anxiety and eager understanding. Meanwhile the storm, which the intense heat presaged, gathered, and they hurried the horses in order to reach Sunnymede before it broke. "Dat’s all I ask," cried Aunt Tempy. "I don’ need to ax no mo’ questions. Miss Callina done fixed t’ings for old Tempy." "I allus knowed dat I was a worshipper ob de unknown God," cried Calla. "Ef I had ’a’ knowed de right One, does y’all reckon He would ’a’ let me get away? No, suh! De Lawd hol’s awn tuh His own!" The storm broke just as they reached Flower’s little cabin in the dreary stump-filled waste which had once been the handsome estate of the La Granges. Flower met them at the door and welcomed them in. "Hurry, Jake, and get the horses safe before the rain comes. Aunt Tempy, take Calla and Rose Maud to the kitchen and give them some sassafras tea. Oh, Cousin Carolina, dearest, did Tempy tell you? Oh, the blessed, blessed news! For two nights now, the lamb has turned over in his crib because the light hurt his eyes. I didn’t send for you the first time because I wanted to be sure. I was reading the fourteenth of John, and when I came to the verse, ’And if ye shall ask anything in my name, I will do it,’ I just threw the Bible down and fell on my face on the floor and begged God for my baby’s eyesight. And, when I looked, he had turned over. Oh, Cousin Carol, Cousin Carol, I think I shall go mad with joy!" "Let me see him," cried Carolina, rushing past Flower and snatching up the baby. "Oh, yes, dearest, I can see even a different expression in his eyes. And see how he blinks in the light! Flower, your baby is healed!" "I know it," said Flower, reverently. "And I shall thank God for it on my knees every day of my life."