"Why, Prudence, I think minister's daughters ought to be well-informed on every subject," declared Lark conscientiously. "How can we be an influence if we don't know anything about things?--And I tell you what it is, Prue, I don't think it's right for all of us church people to stand back and knock Christian Science when we don't know anything about it. It's narrow-minded, that's what it is. It's downright un-Christian. When you get into the book you will find it just full of fine inspiring thoughts--something like the Bible,--only--er--and very good, you know." Prudence looked at Fairy and her aunt in helpless dismay. This was something entirely new in her experience of rearing a family. "I--I don't think you ought to read it," she said slowly. "But at the same time--" "Of course, if you command us not to read it, we won't," said Carol generously. "Yes. We've already learned quite a lot about it," amended Lark, with something of warning in her tone. "What do you think about it, Aunt Grace?" "Why,--I don't know, Prudence. You know more about rearing twins than I do." Prudence at that moment felt that she knew very little about it, indeed. She turned to Fairy. There was a strange intentness in Fairy's fine eyes as she studied the twins on the floor at her feet. "You aren't thinking of turning Christian Scientists, yourselves, are you?" asked Prudence rather humbly. "Oh, of course, we aren't Scientists, Prudence," was the quick denial. "We don't know anything about it yet, really. But there are lots of very helpful things in it, and--people talk about it so much, and--they have made such wonderful cures, you know, and--we'd thought we'd just study up a little." "You take the book and read it yourself, Prue," urged Carol hospitably. "You'll see what we mean." Prudence drew back quickly as though the book would sear her fingers. She looked very forlorn. She realized that it would be bad policy to forbid the twins to read it. On the other hand, she realized equally strongly that it was certainly unwise to allow its doctrines to take root in the minds of parsonage daughters. If only her father were at home,--ten days between herself and the lifting of responsibility! "When father comes home--" she began. And then suddenly Fairy spoke. "I think the twins are right," she said emphatically, and the twins looked at her with a surprised anxiety that mated Prudence's own. "It would be very narrow-minded of us to refuse to look into a subject as important as this. Let them go on and study it; we can decide things later." Prudence looked very doubtful, but a warning movement of Fairy's left eyelash--the side removed from the twins--comforted her. "Well--" she said.