ot escape from Love," he answered. "Love enfolds you
this moment and all moments. It needs only to be recognized and trusted
to begin its transforming work in your consciousness. Even life is only
consciousness, Sylvia, and you cannot be conscious without thinking.
Then what it means to guard the thought,--to think truth, and not
falsity!"

"How are we to know when we are thinking truth?" returned the girl, her
breast heaving.

"As we are told to judge everything,--by its fruits. The fruit of your
thinking has not brought you happiness; then let us get a new set of
thoughts. That is all you need to begin with, Sylvia, a new set of
thoughts; and you can't get them until you welcome a new guest into
your heart." He paused.

"Who? You?" asked the girl.

Her companion smiled. "No, not I, little one. The guest's name is
Humility." He waited a moment and then proceeded. "You are entertaining
two guests now who are eating you out of house and home; devouring your
substance literally. Their names are Vanity and Self-love. Vanity has a
thin skin, is very easily injured. The other one whispers to you to
hate your aunt and uncle, and to be jealous of Edna Derwent. They can't
stay where Humility enters. Take her in. Listen to her. She will
whisper to you that it isn't of so much consequence what comes to the
Sylvia Lacey you are conscious of at present. She will promise you that
if you will listen to her and make her your own, you will learn a
happier Sylvia, a better consciousness in God's good time. 'Great peace
have they who love His law. Nothing shall offend them.' What a new
world you would enter, my girl, when you found that nothing could give
you offense!"

A strange wrestling was going on in his listener's breast and her
breathing was unsteady. Seeing that she was not ready to speak,
Thinkright proceeded:--

"You have heard of the Brotherhood of Man. It isn't a mere phrase when
you think right. All,--all of us, children of one Father, all with
rights to the same inheritance, what should make us cold or grudging,
one toward another? What is to prevent our spontaneous gladness in
another's success. His happiness and good fortune become ours. It is
all in the family, you see. There are no limitations to be placed on an
_infinite_ inheritance, are there? Our Father's love is impartial, and
all that we ask in His name He has promised to give us. You couldn't
ask in His name to eclipse Edna Derwent, could you? or to recei