ic statements.

Jose smiled, and resigned himself to the inevitable. He had been
expecting this.

"And, Padre, have you been thankful that he isn't?"

"Isn't what, child?"

"Blind. You know, Padre Diego thought he couldn't see the reality. He
looked always at his bad thoughts. And so the not seeing, and the
seeing of only bad things, were both--externalized, and the babe came
to us without sight. That is, without what the human mind calls sight.
And now," she went on excitedly, "you and I have just _got_ to know
that it isn't so! The babe sees. God's children all see. And I have
thanked Him all morning that this is so, and that you and I see it.
Don't we, Padre dear? Yes, we do."

"Well--I suppose so," replied Jose abstractedly, his thought still
occupied with the danger that hung over the little town.

"Suppose so! You _know_ so, Padre! There isn't any 'suppose' about it!
Now look: what makes sight? The eye? No. The eye is made _by_ the
sight. The human mind just gets it twisted about. It thinks that sight
depends upon the optic nerve, and upon the fleshly eye. But it isn't
so. It is the sight that externalizes the 'meaty' eye. You see, the
sight is within, not without. It is mental. God is all-seeing; and so,
sight is eternal. Don't you see? Of course you do!"

Jose did not reply. Yes, he did see. But what he saw was the
beautiful, animated girl before him. And the thought that he must some
day be separated from her was eating his heart like a canker.

"Well, then," went on the girl, without waiting for his reply, "if a
mortal's mental concept of sight is poor, why, he will manifest poor
eyes. If the thought-concept were right, the manifestation would be
right. Wouldn't it?"

Jose suddenly returned to the subject under discussion. "By that I
suppose you mean, _chiquita_, that the babe's thought, or concept, of
sight was all wrong, and so he came into the world blind."

"Not at all, Padre," she quickly replied. "The babe had nothing to do
with it, except to seem to manifest the wrong thoughts of its father,
or mother, or both. Or perhaps it manifests just simply bad thoughts,
without the bad thoughts belonging to anybody. For, you know, we none
of us really _have_ such thoughts. And such thoughts don't really
exist. They are just a part of the one big lie about God."

"Then the babe sees?"

"Surely; the real babe is a child of God, and sees."

"But the human babe doesn't see," he retorted.

"But," she