for they were treading the path of progress; that these apparently fruitless excursions into the domain of knowledge all served as so many milestones in their glorious ascent of the mountain of truth. IV MARM LISA IS TRANSPLANTED IT was precisely as Rhoda thought and feared. The three strange beings who had drifted within Mistress Mary’s reach had proved to belong to her simply because they did not belong to anybody else. They did not know their names, the streets in which they lived, or anything else about which they were questioned, but she had followed them home to the corner house of Eden Place, although she failed, on the occasion of that first visit, to find Mrs. Grubb within. There was, however, a very voluble person next door, who supplied a little information and asked considerable more. Mrs. Sylvester told Mary that Mrs. Grubb was at that moment presiding over a meeting of the Kipling Brothers in Unity Hall, just round the corner. ‘They meet Tuesdays and Thursdays at four o’clock,’ she said, ‘and you’d find it a real treat if you like to step over there.’ ‘Thank you, I am rather busy this afternoon,’ replied Mary. ‘Do you wish to leave any name or message? Did you want a setting?’ ‘A sitting?’ asked Mary vaguely. ‘Oh no, thank you; I merely wished to see Mrs. Grubb—is that the name?’ ‘That’s it, and an awful grievance it is to her—Mrs. S. Cora Grubb. You have seen it in the newspapers, I suppose; she has a half column “ad.” in the _Sunday Observer_ once a month. Wouldn’t you like your nails attended to? I have a perfectly splendid manicure stopping with me.’ ‘No, thank you. I hoped to see Mrs. Grubb, to ask if her children can come and spend the morning with me to-morrow.’ ‘Oh, that’ll be all right; they’re not her children; she doesn’t care where they go; they stay in the back yard or on the sand-lot most of the time: she’s got something more important to occupy her attention. Say, I hope you’ll excuse me, but you look a little pale. If you were intending to get some mental healing from Mrs. Grubb, why, I can do it; she found I had the power, and she’s handed all her healing over to me. It’s a new method, and is going to supersede all the others, we think. My hours are from ten to twelve, and two to four, but I could take you evenings, if you’re occupied during the day. My cures are almost as satisfactory as Mrs. Grubb’s now, though I haven’t been healing but six months last Wednesday.’ ‘Fortunately I am very well and strong,’ smiled Mistress Mary.