Katherine glanced involuntarily at the array of bottles on the table near her, and Miss Reynolds, observing it, smiled.

“True,” she said, “I have been dosing myself with every remedy that I could think of, while ‘halting between two opinions’; but nothing does any good, and I have come to the end of my rope, so to speak.  That is why I have sent for you, Kathie—­to ask you to treat me your way.”

Katherine flushed, and for an instant a sense of fear held her in its grip.  With it also came the query, “What would Prof.  Seabrook think of having Christian Science healing deliberately practiced in Hilton Seminary?”

Then she mentally declared:  “There is no fear in love,” and “where duty pointed the way she would boldly walk therein.”

“Are you afraid to take hold of it?” her teacher inquired, as she observed her hesitation.

“No, I am not afraid, for I know that God is supreme and never fails those who put their trust in Him,” was the confident response.  “But,” Katherine continued, “are you sure you really want Christian Science treatment?”

“Very sure, Kathie.”

“How about these?” and the girl glanced at the bottles, “and this?” touching the flannel about her throat.

“Oh, I know they are of no use,” said the sick woman, with an impatient sigh.  “You may put the medicines all away, and I will take off the flannel.  I am determined not to have a doctor and be laid up for three long weeks, if I can help it.”

“Very well; then I will do my utmost for you,” said our young Scientist, in a resolute tone.  “I shall stay here with you to-night; but, first, I must go to tell Sadie and get my wrapper.”

“Ah! that is kind; you can sleep on the couch, and, really, dear, I do feel too sick to be left alone,” was the weary reply.

Without further ado Katherine sped back to her room—­working mentally for her friend as she went—­told Sadie her plan, and donned a loose wrapper; then, taking her Bible and “Science and Health,” she hastened back to her patient.

During her absence Miss Reynolds had removed the voluminous folds from her neck, and now looked relieved as Katherine reappeared, prepared to care for her during the night.

Katherine noiselessly removed the various bottles, tumblers, etc., from the table, laying her books in their place, and was on the point of sitting down to begin her work when there came a rap on the door.

Upon answering it she found Mrs. Seabrook standing without, a bowl of steaming gruel in her hands.

“Oh, you are going to stay with Miss Reynolds tonight!” she exclaimed, her face lighting as she saw the girl in her wrapper.  “I am very glad—­I had intended doing so myself, for I know she should not be left alone; but Dorothy has just had a bad turn and I cannot leave her.  How is she now?” she concluded, glancing towards the bed.

“About the same as she has been all day.”