e and they two stood by the fire and looked into it trying to see
again the jungle scene he had pointed out to them in the bed of coals.
But the jungle was gone; the vision had faded with the seer. And
Godmother and Mary Alice began picking up the teacups and the toast
plate, almost as if there had been a funeral.

Then Godmother laughed. "How solemn we are!" she said, pretending to
think it all very funny.

But Mary Alice couldn't pretend. She set down his teacup which she had
just lifted with gentle reverence off the mantel, where he left it, and
went closer to Godmother. Her lips were trembling, but she did not
have to speak.

"I know, Precious--I know," whispered Godmother. She sat down in a big
chair close to the fire--the chair he had just left--and Mary Alice sat
on the hearth-rug and nestled her head against Godmother's knees.
Neither of them said anything for what seemed a long time. They just
looked into the glowing bed of coals and saw--different things!

Then, "I think," Mary Alice began, in a voice that was full of tears,
"I think I wish we hadn't played any game. I think I wish I hadn't
seen him at all."

"Lovey _dear_!"

"Yes, I do!" wept Mary Alice, refusing to be comforted. "Everything
was beautiful, before he came. And now he's gone, and I'm
so--lonesome!"

Godmother was silent for a moment. "There's the Secret," she
suggested, at last. "It was--it was when I felt just as you do now,
that I began to learn the Secret."

Mary Alice made no reply; there seemed to be nothing that she could say
But after they had sat silent for a long while, she got up and kissed
her godmother with a new passion which had in it tenderness as well as
adoration.

"I don't believe I can be brave and lovely about it, as you must have
been to make people love you so. But I'm going to _try_," she said.

The success with which Mary Alice's trying met was really beautiful to
see. At first, it was pretty hard for her to care much about the
Secret, or about people. Every assemblage just seemed to her an empty
crowd where he was not. But when she began to wonder to how many of
those selfsame people the others seemed the same as to her, she was
interested once more; the Secret began to work.

It worked so well, in fact, that Mary Alice came to be quite famous in
a small way. People in Godmother's distinguished and delightful "set"
talked enthusiastically of Mary Alice's quiet charm, and she was asked
here