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 Marie was looking down and digging in the snow with the toe of her shoe.

"What did you say?" asked Frances again.

Marie's face flushed. "Nothing, only—I was just thinking— This week's lesson is on Love, you know."

Frances nodded slowly. "No one would think we were Christian Science children, would they?"

Marie shook her head. "I guess it's partly our fault," she said, thoughtfully. "We don't seem to be reflecting much love."

Frances leaned up against the fence. "Let's find out what's the trouble," she said, "and see if we can't help ourselves. When things go wrong it always means that mortal mind is talking to us, and we've got to find out what it is saying, and then know that the opposite is true."

"Well, it's telling me that I'm angry," said Marie with a good deal of vigor.

"And it's telling me that I'm awfully afraid," whimpered Bertha, still clinging to Marie's hand.