the letters stand as the initials for words.

"C. S.," said Miss Tibbutt presently, entering into the spirit of the
game.

"Sure there isn't a T?" asked Trix.

"No," said Miss Tibbutt peering closer, "I mean there isn't one."

"Well then, it can't be Catholic Truth Society. My imagination has given
out. I can only think of Christian Science. I don't think it's quite
right of you, Tibby dear."

Miss Tibbutt blinked good-humouredly.

"Aren't they the people who think that the Bible dropped down straight
from heaven in a shiny black cover with S. P. G. printed on it?" she
asked.

Trix shook her head.

"No," she declared solemnly, "they're Bible Christians. The Christian
Science people are the ones who think we haven't got any bodies."

"No bodies!" ejaculated Miss Tibbutt.

"Well," said Trix, "anyhow they think bodies are a false--false something
or other."

"False claim," suggested Father Dormer.

"That's it," cried Trix, immensely delighted. "How clever of you to have
thought of it. Only I'm not sure if it's the bodies are a false claim, or
the aches attached to the bodies. Perhaps it's both."

"I thought that was the New Thought Idea," said Pia.

Trix shook her head. "Oh no, the New Thought people think a lot about
one's body. They give us lots of bodies."

"Really?" queried Doctor Hilary doubtfully.

"Oh yes," responded Trix. "I once went to one of their lectures."

"My dear Trix!" ejaculated Miss Tibbutt flustered.

"It was quite an accident," said Trix reassuringly. "A friend of mine,
Sybil Martin, was coming up to town and wanted me to meet her. She
suggested I should meet her at Paddington, and then go to a lecture on
psychometry with her, and tea afterwards. I hadn't the faintest notion
what psychometry was, but I supposed it might be first cousin to
trigonometry, and quite as dull. But she wanted me, so I went. It _was_
funny," gurgled Trix.

Doctor Hilary was watching her.

"You'd better disburden your mind," he said.

Trix crumbled her bread, still smiling at the recollection.

"Well, the lecture was held in a biggish room, and there were a lot of
odd people present. But the oddest of all was the lecturer. She wore a
kind of purple velvet tea-gown, though it was only three o'clock in the
afternoon. She talked for a long time about vibrations, and things that
bored me awfully, and people kept interrupting with questions. One man
interrupted particularly often. He kept saying, 'Excuse