"Because you are sitting up in bed, and you raised yourself without pain. That is because, for a moment, your soul accepted God as Love and the source of all supply. Unconsciously your mind looked into His mind, and you saw the truth." "I believe that I could get up!" said Carolina, in a sort of ecstasy. "I know that you can! Give me your hand." Rosemary helped Carolina to dress, and in half an hour Carolina was sitting, for the first time in months, in a chair by the window, with Rosemary reading and marking for her the passages in "Science and Health" which bore immediately upon her case. Carolina’s mind opened under it like a flower. "Oh, I need so much teaching!" cried Carolina. "Who will help me?" "Did you know that my mother is a practitioner and holds classes?" asked Rosemary. Carolina almost felt her new-found rock melting beneath her feet at this intelligence. "No, I did not. Will she take me? And will you help?" "We will both do all we can for you with the greatest joy." When Rosemary left, Kate came in and Carolina explained everything to her. Kate called Noel St. Quentin by telephone and told him that Carolina had gone insane. The next morning Carolina awakened with the happy consciousness that something pleasant had happened. Hitherto she had gone to sleep, glad of the respite of a few hours of unconsciousness. Simply not to know--simply not to be awake and to realize her load of pain and disappointment, had been her prayer. With her definite aim in life swept away, she felt rudderless, forlorn, despairing. But suddenly everything was changed. Her weakness vanished as if by magic. Instead of dreading to open her eyes and clarify her brain for thought her mind leaped to a lucid clearness without effort. The glow of happiness which pervaded her she could liken to nothing so much as the awakening in her hated school-days to the knowledge that to-day was Saturday! And what had brought her healing? Only a few hours’ talk from Rosemary Goddard which seemed to untangle all the knots of her existence and to wipe the mists from the window-panes, out of which she had been vainly trying to get a clear view of her life, its reason for being, and its duties. Always the question with Carolina had been "To what end?" And all the answers had been vague and unsatisfactory, until suddenly she had stumbled by reason of her infirmity upon one who could answer her vehement questions clearly and lucidly. Emerson must have been largely of the thought when he wrote: "Put fear under thy feet!" Carolina, with her sensitive, mystic nature had been, in common with all imaginative persons, literally a slave to her fear. What could it mean, this sudden freedom, except that she had found the only true way out of bondage? With a little assistance, she was able to dress herself and sit in a chair to wait for the promised visit of Rosemary’s mother.