"I am answered," Katherine gravely observed. "I don't care. I wanted to come, and I knew it wouldn't do to ask the professor, after what he said to you about Christian Science," said the girl, in self-justification, but flushing consciously beneath the look of disapproval in her companion's eyes. "I think the service was just lovely," she went on, glibly. "How happy all those people seemed--as if there wasn't a thing in the world to trouble them. And that 'silent prayer'!--it just made me think of Elijah and the 'still small voice,' after the tempest and the earthquake. I was sorry when it was over." "I am glad you enjoyed the services, Jennie. They are always very restful to me, and Sunday is my day to be marked with a 'white stone' for that reason," and there was a look of peace in the soft, brown eyes that assured Jennie of the truth of her words. "Oh, I think Sunday is a bore, as a rule," she observed, with another shrug. "I'm always lonesome if I don't go to church, and, if I do, I never know 'where I am at'--as the Irishman put it-- after listening to a long sermon. That was a queer idea, though, in the lesson to-day, about there being only one Mind in the universe. Where do you get your authority for that, Miss Minturn?" "There is but one God, who is Spirit or Mind, and He is omnipresent," Katherine explained. "What are you going to do with us, then? I mean your mind and mine?" "This mortal mind is only a counterfeit--" "A counterfeit of what?" "Of the One Mind, or the divine intelligence. The same as gas and electric light are counterfeits of real light from the sun, or the one source of light; but, oh, dear! I am talking Science, Jennie, and Prof. Seabrook said I must not," said Katherine, cutting herself short. "The idea of trying to bridle anyone's tongue, in any such way, in this free country!" cried Jennie, aggressively. "But that lady read from the Bible that there is 'nothing covered that shall not be revealed, neither hid that shall not be made known'; then the man read something about it being a law of God for truth to uncover error. Do you believe that, Miss Minturn?" "Yes." "Do you Scientists really know how to find out anything that is hidden or--or secret?" eagerly inquired the girl. "I think I don't quite catch your meaning, Jennie." "I'll tell you why I asked you that," she replied, an intense look in her dark eyes, her cheeks flushing crimson. "Perhaps you have heard something about me--that--that I am a kind of waif?" "Yes, I have, dear," Katherine admitted.