osite each other can both be true. The Herr Doctor
says it is because Truth has many sides, but I say no. Truth is one
clear white light and we are sun-glasses with many corners. Prisms, I
think you say. If the light strikes a sharp edge, it breaks into many
colours. To one of us everything will be purple, to another red, and to
yet one more it will be all blue. If we have many edges, we see many
colours. It is only the person who is in tune, who lets the light pass
with no interruption, who sees all things in one harmony, and Truth as
it is."

"Yes," said the Doctor, "that is all very true. When we oppose our
personal opinion to the thing as it is, and have our minds set upon what
should be, according to our ideas, it makes an edge. I think it is the
finest art of living to see things as they are and make the best of
them. There is so little that we can change! If the colours break over
us, it is the fault of our sharp edges and not of the light."

"We are getting very serious," observed Lynn. "For my part, I take each
day just as it comes."

"One day," repeated the Master. "How many possible things there are in
it! What was it the poet said of Herr Columbus? Yes, I have it now. 'One
day with life and hope and heart is time enough to find a world.'"

"That is the beauty of it," put in the Doctor. "One day is surely
enough. An old lady who had fallen and hurt herself badly said to me
once: 'Doctor, how long must I lie here?' 'Have patience, my dear
madam,' said I. 'You have only one day at a time to live. Get all the
content you can out of it, and let the rest wait, like a bud, till the
sun of to-morrow shows you the rose.'"

"Did she get well?" asked Lynn.

"Of course--why not?"

"His sick ones always get well," said Fraeulein Fredrika, timidly. "Mine
brudder's friend possesses great skill."

She was laying the table for the simple Sunday night tea, and Lynn said
that he must go.

"No, no," objected the Master, "you must stay."

"It would be of a niceness," the Fraeulein assured him, very politely.

"We should enjoy it," said the Doctor.

"You are all very kind," returned Lynn, "but they will look for me at
home, and I must not disappoint them."

"Then," continued the Doctor, "may I not hope that you will play for me
before you go?"

"Certainly, if I have Herr Kaufmann's permission, and if I may borrow
one of his violins."

"Of a surety." The Master clattered down the uncarpeted stairs and
returned