“I tell you,” she added, in describing the luncheon, “we were careful not to break that little girl’s dishes.  Oh, I wish you could see them.  They’re the most be-autiful you ever saw.  They’re so big—­big enough for a child’s real ones that she could use herself.”

“I judge you did use them,” said uncle Dick.

“Well, I guess we did!  Miss Fletcher—­she wants me to call her aunt Hazel, uncle Dick!” The child looked up to observe the effect of this.

He nodded.  “Do it, then.  Perhaps she’ll forget and give you the dishes.”

Hazel laughed.  “Well, anyway, she said Flossie’d eaten as much as she usually did in two whole days.  Isn’t it beautiful that she’s going to get well?”

“I wouldn’t talk to her too much about it,” returned Mr. Badger.  “It would be cruel to disappoint her.”

This sort of response was new to Hazel.  She gazed at her uncle a minute.  “That’s error,” she said at last.  “God doesn’t disappoint people.  They’ll get some grown-up Scientist, but until they do, I’ll declare the truth for Flossie every day.  She’ll get well.  You’ll see.

“I hope so,” returned Mr. Badger quietly.

Old Hannah gave her employer a wink over the child’s head.  “You might ask them to come here by your garden and have lunch some day, Hazel.  I’ll fix things up real nice for you, even if we haven’t got any baby dishes.”

“I’d love to,” returned Hazel, “and I expect they’d love to come.  To-morrow I’m going to take the lesson over and read it with them, and I’m going to read them the ‘Quest Flower,’ too.  It’s a story that aunt Hazel will just love.  I think she has one in her yard.”

“Well, Mr. Richard,” said Hannah, after their little visitor had gone to bed, “I see the end of one family feud.”

Mr. Badger smiled.  “When Miss Fletcher consents to take lunch in my yard, I shall see it, too,” he replied.

The next day was pleasant, also, and when Hazel appeared outside her aunt’s fence, Flossie was sitting under the tree and waved a hand to her.  The white face looked pleased and almost eager, and Miss Fletcher called:—­

“Come along, Hazel.  I guess Flossie got just tired enough yesterday.  She slept last night the best she has since she came.”

“Yes,” added the little invalid, smiling as her new friend drew near, “the night seemed about five minutes long.”

“That’s the way it does to me,” returned Hazel.  She had her doll and some books in her arms, and Miss Fletcher took the latter from her.

“H’m, h’m,” she murmured, as she looked over the titles.  “You have something about Christian Science here.”

“Yes, I thought I’d read to-day’s lesson to Flossie before I treated her, and you’d let us take your Bible.”

“I certainly will.  I can tell you, Hazel, Flossie and I were surprised at the number of good verses and promises I read to her last evening.  Anybody ought to sleep well after them.”