"shielded by the One who is both Father
and Mother to me."

"That One surely ought to love you, Carmen--"

"He does," she answered softly.

"Well!" put in Haynerd, torn with anger and fear. "What are we going
to do now?"

"Everything, Ned, that error seems to tell us not to do," replied the
girl.

She reached over to the little table that stood near, and took from it
a Bible. Opening it, she read aloud, very slowly, the entire
fourteenth chapter of Exodus. Then she concluded by reading the last
two verses of the eighth chapter of Romans.

"Now," she said, looking up, "we know what we are going to do, don't
we? We are going right on, as 'seeing Him who is invisible' to men
like Mr. Ames."

They sat looking at her in silence.

"There is no curse, whether of the Church, or of business, or of any
department of human thought, that can overthrow legitimate business;
and we are in the legitimate business of reflecting God to the world.
If the physical sense of supply is now lost, we are fortunate, for now
we are obliged to acquire a higher sense. All that we have comes from
God. And we become aware of it in our own consciousness. It is there
that we interpret His supply. Mr. Ames interprets it one way; we, in a
very different way. God has always been able to prepare a table in the
wilderness of human thought. If we look for supply from without, we
shall not find it, for everything is within. And the very fact that
there is a legitimate demand shows that there is the supply to meet
it, for--though the world hasn't learned this yet--_it is the supply
itself that really creates the demand_!"

"But money makes the wheels go!" retorted Haynerd.

"Money, Ned, is the counterfeit of God. He is our only supply. He is
our Principle--infinite, inexhaustible. He is our credit--without
limit! We are facing a crisis, but, like every seeming disturbance of
the infinite harmony, it will vanish in a little while if we but cling
to the divine Mind that is God for guidance."

Hitt folded the telegram and returned it to his pocket. "Are you going
to Avon to-morrow?" he abruptly asked of the girl.

"Yes, why not?"

"We can't afford it now!" cried Haynerd.

Hitt reflected a moment. Then he rose. "And we sit here lamenting!" he
exclaimed. "And when we have in our midst this girl, who has borne,
without one word of complaint or reviling, the world's most poignant
sorrows! I--I really regret that I told you of--of this telegram. I