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 just keeps you warm, and you can turn toward you whichever you choose, and you choose the mustard, not because you think it will do you any good, but because you 'feel that way.

I didn't say anything for a minute, and then,—"What were you going to suggest for me to 'take'?"

"A good dose of common sense."

I kicked the railing again.

"What have you been doing for that cold, Chet?"

"Using Christian Science," I said, doggedly.

"And how is it working?"

"I never had one hold on so in my life."

"Tell me about it."

"There's nothing to tell. I just made up my mind to try Christian Science; and I've stuck to it. I told myself that I wouldn't take a dose of medicine or do one solitary thing, and I haven't. The cold is better now, for it has just about worn itself out, but it pretty near wore me out in the process. I've got all I want of that sort of 'healing.

"So you used Christian Science," said Uncle Rob, looking at me steadily.