well?"

"I wouldn't talk to her too much about it," returned Mr. Badger. "It would
be cruel to disappoint her."

This sort of response was new to Hazel. She gazed at her uncle a minute.
"That's error," she said at last. "God doesn't disappoint people. They'll
get some grown-up Scientist, but until they do, I'll declare the truth for
Flossie every day. She'll get well. You'll see.

"I hope so," returned Mr. Badger quietly.

Old Hannah gave her employer a wink over the child's head. "You might ask
them to come here by your garden and have lunch some day, Hazel. I'll fix
things up real nice for you, even if we haven't got any baby dishes."

"I'd love to," returned Hazel, "and I expect they'd love to come. To-morrow
I'm going to take the lesson over and read it with them, and I'm going to
read them the 'Quest Flower,' too. It's a story that aunt Hazel will just
love. I think she has one in her yard."

"Well, Mr. Richard," said Hannah, after their little visitor had gone to
bed, "I see the end of one family feud."

Mr. Badger smiled. "When Miss Fletcher consents to take lunch in my yard, I
shall see it, too," he replied.

The next day was pleasant, also, and when Hazel appeared outside her aunt's
fence, Flossie was sitting under the tree and waved a hand to her. The
white face looked pleased and almost eager, and Miss Fletcher called:--

"Come along, Hazel. I guess Flossie got just tired enough yesterday. She
slept last night the best she has since she came."

"Yes," added the little invalid, smiling as her new friend drew near, "the
night seemed about five minutes long."

"That's the way it does to me," returned Hazel. She had her doll and some
books in her arms, and Miss Fletcher took the latter from her.

"H'm, h'm," she murmured, as she looked over the titles. "You have
something about Christian Science here."

"Yes, I thought I'd read to-day's lesson to Flossie before I treated her,
and you'd let us take your Bible."

"I certainly will. I can tell you, Hazel, Flossie and I were surprised at
the number of good verses and promises I read to her last evening. Anybody
ought to sleep well after them."

Hazel looked glad, and Miss Fletcher let her run into the house to bring
the Bible, for it was on the hall table in plain sight.

While she was gone the hostess smoothed Flossie's hair. "I can tell you, my
dear child, that reading all those verses to you last night made me feel
that we don't any of us live