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 were going up stairs to the elevated. Uncle Fred really does know all about the elevated, so I didn't feel responsible any more,—and by and by we were out in the cool night air again, and the lake was looking black before us,—and then I was in my room and Aunt Fannie was helping me undress,—and then it was morning.

"You said in your letter that some people claimed to be healed by reading the Christian Science text-book, and you said that it was absurd, when there was a visible physical manifestation to show that something was wrong. (I'm glad you admitted that you hunted up those words in the dictionary, for I knew they didn't come natural.) I suppose you think that a case like that couldn't be healed by anything but medicine,—at least, you think that you think so. That is because both the 'manifestation' and the medicine are what you call 'real.' Now just suppose that you were to come in and find me crying—the tears running down my face, wet, watery tears that you could see and feel; wouldn't that be what you call a 'visible physical manifestation showing something is wrong'? Would you rush off and get some medicine to put into my stomach to stop