"They have a hall.Mr.Reeves wrote it down for me.Do you really care,cousin Eloise?You've been so kind and helped me,but do you really begin to care?""Care?Who could help caring,if it is true?I've been reading some of the tales of cures in your magazine.If those people tell the truth"--"Why,cousin Eloise!"The child's shocked eyes recalled the girl's self-centred thoughts.
"I beg your pardon,dear.It was rude to say that.I'm not ill,Jewel.
I'm so well and strong that--I've sometimes wished I wasn't,but life turned petty and disgusting to me.I resented everything.It is just as wonderful and radiant a star of hope to read that there is a sure way out of my tangle as if I had consumption and was promised a cure of that.I don't yet exactly believe it,but I don't disbelieve it.