I _do_ believe in my heart," she
exclaimed, "that Hazel Wright is giving Flossie one of those absent
treatments they tell about! Well, if I ever in all my born days!"

There was no more work for Miss Fletcher after this, but a restless moving
about the room until she saw Hazel bound up from the ground. Then she
hurried out of the house and walked over to the tree. Hazel skipped to meet
her, her face all alight. "Oh, Miss Fletcher, Flossie wants to be healed by
Christian Science. If my mother was only here she could turn to all the
places in the Bible where it tells about God being Love and healing
sickness."

Miss Fletcher noted the new expression in the invalid's usually listless
face, and the new light in her eyes.

"I'll take my Bible," she answered, "and a concordance. I'll bring them
right now. You children go on playing and I'll find all the references I
can, and Flossie and I will read them after you've gone."

Miss Fletcher brought her books out under the tree, and with pencil and
paper made her notes while the children played with their dolls.

"Let's have them both your children, Flossie," said Hazel.

"Oh, yes," replied Flossie, "and they'll both be sick, and you be the
doctor and come and feel their pulses. Aunt Hazel has my doll's little
medicine bottles in the house. She'll tell you where they are."

Hazel paused. "Let's not play that," she returned, "because--it isn't fun
to be sick and--you're going to be all done with sickness."

"All right," returned Flossie; but it had been her principal play with her
doll, Bernice, who had recovered from such a catalogue of ills that it
reflected great credit on her medical man.

"I'll be the maid," said Hazel, "and you give me the directions and I'll
take the children to drive and to dancing-school and everywhere you tell
me."

"And when they're naughty," returned Flossie, "you bring them to me to
spank, because I can't let my servants punish my children."

Hazel paused again. "Let's play you're a Christian Scientist," she said,
"and you have a Christian Science maid, then there won't be any spanking;
because if error creeps in, you'll know how to handle it in mind."

"Oh!" returned Flossie blankly.

But Hazel was fertile in ideas, and the play proceeded with spirit, owing
to the lightning speed with which the maid changed to a coachman, and
thence to a market-man or a gardener, according to the demands of the
situation.

Miss Fletcher, her spectacle