human
Almost too late, dear Raymond,
gpt
So, Carol, I learn you have succeeded in planting Christian Science in this village.
human
Not I, Uncle Raymond!
gpt
Who then?
human
Christ. I am happy, Uncle Raymond, if I have been a little channel for Truth. I could do nothing myself.
gpt
You _are_ glad, are you not, Uncle Raymond, that Mr. Higgs and his little grand-daughter, and dear Eloise--I, too--have found the Christ, and have been healed?
human
God bless ’ee, Master Carol; and bring you back to us soon.
gpt
You _are_ glad, are you not, Rector, that I can run about, and that I have been taught the Truth that makes us free?
human
Yes, little girl, I am very glad. Perhaps I have been mistaken in my judgment. Tell me, Eloise, what is this Truth of which you speak?
gpt
It is just _knowing_ that God is _All_, and there is nothing beside. All the _real_ God made; whatever He did not make is shadow. When I quite understood that God could not make an imperfect thing--that He never, never made a lame little girl--the shadow disappeared, and I could walk.
human
Is that what my nephew has been teaching you, Higgs?
gpt
Yes, sir; but I’ve been slower to grasp it. Seems to me the Truth is very simple, but we need the childlike mind to take it in.
human
Maybe you are right, Higgs--maybe you are right. ’Whosoever shall not receive the kingdom of God as a little child ... shall not enter therein.’ The Master’s words.
gpt
Ye shall know the Truth, and the Truth shall make you free; and with the words came a desire that was prayer:
human
Lord, teach me this Truth. Grant me the childlike mind.
gpt
Carol, I have been thinking of something,
human
Should you like to know of what I have been thinking?
gpt
Please, dear Auntie; I should very much like to know.
human
Well, dear, I have been thinking if it should occur to the young Master of Willmar Court to send Rosebud and me an invitation whilst he is at home, we should accept it.
gpt
Oh, Auntie, what a lovely thought! To have you and Rosebud, and Cousin Alicia, all together!
human
I want Miss Desmond, Carol, to teach me some of the things she has taught you.
gpt
Auntie, I know now how the little bird felt when the King opened the cage door, and he sang and sang for joy. My heart is singing to _my_ King. I wonder if--perhaps--He will say, some missing note has come into Carol’s song.
human
Indeed, my darling, I think so.