our hair yesterday?"

"I just brushed it down real smooth on the outside," returned the child.

"It looks so," said Eloise, laughing. "Let's fix it before we have the
lesson. By the way, what time is it, Jewel?"

The little girl smiled back at her cousin's reflection in the glass, and
took the open morocco case from the bureau. "Anna Belle and I put him
to bed last night," she said, looking fondly at the silver cherub on
its velvet couch. "We've named him Little Faithful. He'll come to the
lesson, too. I know he's going to be a lovely Scientist."

"I'm sure I hope he will, and neither be fast nor lazy," returned
Eloise, as she unbraided the short pigtails.

"I tell you it wasn't so nice getting the lesson alone yesterday," said
Jewel. "You were away all day! Did you have a nice ride?"

"Yes," Eloise responded slowly. "The day was very nice--and so is Dr.
Ballard."

"Did he enjoy it?" asked the child hopefully. The doctor had been a good
deal on her mind.

"Some of the time," responded Eloise soberly.

"Why not all the time? Did error creep in?"

The older girl brushed away in silence for a minute.

"I didn't mean to talk about grown-up things," said the child, somewhat
abashed. "Mother says I must be careful not to."

"It is all right, Jewel. The new ideas I have been learning have made
me see some things so clearly. One is to perceive what it is that really
draws people together in a bond that cannot be broken. There is only one
thing that can do it and will do it, and that is loving the same truth.
Two people can have a very good time together for a while, and like each
other very much, but the time comes when their thoughts fly apart unless
that one bond of union is there--unless they love the same spiritual
truth."

The speaker caught, in the glass, the child's eyes fixed attentively
upon her.

"Wouldn't Dr. Ballard look at our book?" asked Jewel softly.

"No, dear."

The child reflected a minute, and her eyes filled. "I just love him,"
she said.

Her cousin stooped and kissed her cheek. "You well may," she returned
quietly. "He deserves it."

They studied the lesson and then went downstairs, where Jewel in her
very best hand slowly transcribed her name in the new books; then she
told Eloise that she was going out to the barn.

"I'm going to visit with Zeke," she said. "He has a claim of error, and
he is willing Science should help him."

"Is he ill?"

Jewel looked off. "It isn't that kin