Suddenly she opened them again. "Yes," she said, "I have seen one--the night of ’Faust.’ It was Rosemary Goddard!" Kate gave a little scream. "Well, I’d rather follow you to the grave you seem so bent on f-falling into," she stammered, "than to get happiness from such a source. My dear, Rosemary Goddard is a C-Christian Scientist!" Kate’s tone indicated that Rosemary had contracted a loathsome disease. Carolina fixed her eyes on Kate. She was not of a contrary disposition, yet the difference between Kate Howard’s tone and Rosemary Goddard’s face made her stop to think. "I should like to talk to Rosemary," she said at last. To her surprise and consternation, Kate burst into tears. "If you g-go and turn into one of those n-nasty things," she sobbed, "it will end everything. I’d rather you died!" "Then never mind," said Carolina, wearily. "I don’t want to vex anybody. Perhaps I shall die." Kate jumped up. The momentary colour faded from Carolina’s face and the strength from her voice. Kate recognized the change. "I’ll go and f-fetch her," she said, with her old-time change of front. "She may do you good." When she came back with Rosemary, she saw what Carolina had seen in Rosemary’s face--an illumination which no one could understand. It transfigured her. Kate left the two girls together, and walked the floor in tempestuous anger all during Rosemary’s stay in the house. Something in Carolina’s eyes as they first met Rosemary’s told Kate that the poison was already at work, and that Carolina was ripe for the hated new religion. CHAPTER VIII. MAN’S EXTREMITY Rosemary approached the bed wherein lay the wreck of the girl she had often, when in the grasp of mortal mind, envied. A great wave of sympathy, not pity, swept over her, as she noted the weary eyes and the lines of dissatisfaction and despair around Carolina’s mouth. With an impulse of love, she knelt at the bedside and took Carolina’s little thin hand in both of hers. "Oh, my dear Carol," she said, "I am so glad to see you. I heard of your accident while I was in California. I only got back yesterday." "Would you have come to see me if I had not sent for you?" asked Carolina, childishly. "I was coming to-day. Mother suggested it, and I was only too happy to put off everything of less importance and come at once." "Your mother!" said Carolina, involuntarily. Then, as she saw Rosemary’s face flush, she hastened to cover her awkward exclamation. "I did not know your mother knew me well enough to--to care!" "Mother is very much changed since you knew her," said Rosemary, gently. "She has been healed."