Thee
that Thou hast hid these things from the wise and prudent, and hast
revealed them unto babes." He put his arm about Carmen and drew her to
him.

"Little one," he murmured, "how much has happened in these past few
weeks!"

Carmen looked up at him with an enigmatical glance and laughed. "Well,
Padre dear, I don't think anything ever really _happens_, do you?"

"Why not?" he asked.

"Mistakes happen, as in solving my algebra problems. But good things
never happen, any more than the answers to my problems happen. You
know, there are rules for getting the answers; but there are no rules
for making mistakes--are there? But when anything comes out according
to the rule, it doesn't happen. And the mistakes, which have no rules,
are not real--the answers are real, but the mistakes are not--and so
nothing ever really happens. Don't you see, Padre dear?"

"Surely, I see," he acquiesced. Then, while he held the girl close to
him, he reflected: Good is never fortuitous. It results from the
application of the Principle of all things. The answer to a
mathematical problem is a form of good, and it results from the
application of the principle of mathematics. Mistakes, and the various
things which "happen" when we solve mathematical problems, do not have
rules, or principles. They result from ignorance of them, or their
misapplication. And so in life; for chance, fate, luck, accident and
the merely casual, come, not from the application of principles, but
from not applying them, or from ignorance of their use. The human mind
or consciousness, which is a mental activity, an activity of thought,
is concerned with mixed thoughts of good and evil. But _it operates
without any principle whatsoever_. For, if God is infinite good, then
the beliefs of evil which the human mind holds must be false beliefs,
illusions, suppositions. A supposition has no principle, no rule. And
so, it is only the unreal that happens. And even that sort of
"happening" can be prevented by knowing and using the principle of all
good, God. A knowledge of evil is not knowledge at all. Evil has no
rules. Has an accident a principle? He laughed aloud at the idea.

"What is it, Padre?" asked Carmen.

"Nothing, child--and everything! But we are neglecting our work," he
hastily added, as he roused himself. "What are the lessons for to-day?
Come! come! We have much to do!" And arranging his papers, and bidding
Carmen draw up to the table, he began the morning s