"Yes, indeed; there is not one thing in life that is not amenable to its discipline. Mrs. Harmon says it is a great advantage in governing children, that every mother ought to know it, for the help in that direction, even if not for their health." "What a wonderful thing it must be; and yet I always thought the days of miracles were past, if indeed they ever were," said Mrs. Hayden, thoughtfully. "These are not miracles, as the ordinary understanding of that word would imply, but are done in accordance with Divine Law, the highest law,--not the setting aside of any law," interposed Mrs. Reade, who had been deeply interested in the conversation, but hitherto had been a silent listener. "Oh, mamma, I wish supper was ready; I'm so hungry!" cried Fred, bursting into the room, followed by Jamie and Mabel. "Mamma, can't we have some--" began Jamie, and then stopped, abashed at the size of the audience. "No, dears; mamma don't want you to eat anything before supper. You know what Doctor Jackson said about the little stomachs that were overworked. Now, run away and be good; when everything is ready mamma'll call you." "But we want it _now_. Doctor Jackson don't know everything. It's only God that knows everything," said Fred, with unanswerable argument. "Come away, Fred," whispered Mabel, giving him an impatient twitch. "It's so, anyway; mamma told me about God just the other night." "He knows I want some ginger 'naps," whimpered Jem. "Never mind; run out, as mamma says," said Mrs. Hayden, resolutely, and the aggrieved trio reluctantly departed. "It would be an immense help to me if I could learn to manage these three irrepressibles without getting tired all out," said Mrs. Hayden, with a little sigh. "Wouldn't it be splendid? I think, Mrs. Hayden, you better let Cousin Helen treat you, and get you all cured, and then you can go somewhere and learn how, yourself," said Mrs. Reade, as she demurely wound up the ball. Mrs. Hayden looked up with interested surprise. "Do you think anything could be done for _me_, Miss Greening?" "A great many worse than you have been cured, why not you?" "Well, I don't know; it seems so far away and so intangible some way." "Now, Mrs. Hayden, try it. Let Cousin Helen treat you," interposed Mrs. Reade. "What must _I_ do, any mysterious unheard-of thing?" was the answer, with a look of evident amusement. "Oh, no! Just sit quietly passive, and be as hopeful as possible during the treatment. The only thing that might seem hard is to give up all medicine and material applications while you are under treatment." "That will not be hard at all, for I have lost all faith in medicine anyway. When do you want to begin, Miss Greening?"