“That is not the point, Miss Mischief, and you know it.  Of course, there was nothing but good in the service for you, or anyone.  But you didn’t find anything in it—­did you?—­to countenance disobedience?”

“No,” said Jennie, seriously; “and I suppose, too, that if any of the teachers or girls had seen me come away from the hall with you it might have given the impression that you had countenanced my going.  But, Miss Minturn, I have wanted to get at the secret of—­ of your dearness, ever since you came here.  But I promise you, though, I will not put you in jeopardy again by running away to your church.”

Katherine nodded her approval at this assurance, then changed the subject, and they chatted pleasantly until they reached the seminary.

After dinner Katherine repaired, as she had been requested, to Miss Reynolds’ room.  She found her teacher sitting at her desk, her Bible and “Science and Health” open before her.

“You see, I cannot let the great subject alone,” she said, welcoming the girl with a smile and glancing at her books.  “Now that I have begun to get a glimpse of the truth, it is like a fountain of pure, cold water to a man perishing from thirst—­I cannot get enough of it; I just want to immerse myself in it.  And, see here,” she added, touching a letter lying beside the books, “I have written to the publishing house in Boston for several of Mrs. Eddy’s works.  I want them for my very own.”

“You are surely making progress,” Katherine returned, with shining eyes.

She was very happy, for this eager, radiant woman seemed an entirely different being from the helpless sufferer to whom she had been called less than forty-eight hours previous.

“Sit down, Kathie,” said her teacher, indicating a chair near her.  “I hope I am making progress,” she added, growing suddenly grave.  “I find there is need enough of it, and I have been both on the mount and into the valley to-day.”

“That is the experience of everyone,” was the smiling reply, “but it all means progress just the same.”

“I see that everyone who begins to get a glimpse of the truth, in Christian Science, must also begin to live it at once, if he is honest.”

“Yes, we have to live it in order to prove it.”

“And the first thing to do is, as Jesus commanded, to have one God and to love our neighbor as ourselves.  That word ‘love’ has taken on a new meaning for me to-day, Kathie.  It means an impersonal love, which, like the ‘rain’—­in Jesus’ simile—­’falls alike upon the just and the unjust.’”

Katherine lifted questioning eyes to the speaker, for her voice was now accusingly serious.

“And one cannot demonstrate the Love that is God,” she went on, “unless he loves in that way—­without regard to personality.”

“That is true—­how quickly you grasp these things!” said her companion.

“Ah! but I have grasped something, with this, that is not at all agreeable,” said the woman, with a peculiar glitter in her eyes which the girl had never seen there before.