“He ought to be thankful for health, at least,” suggested Marjorie.
“If you’d follow your logic to its natural sequence, Captain, my occupation would be gone,” laughed the Little Doctor. “It is as unnatural and unscientific to be sick as to be hungry; therefore there should be no doctors.”
“I can see no analogy between your conclusions and my observations,” said the Captain.
“I can,” cried Jean.
“Every error under the sun is mixed with good, or it couldn’t exist at all,” said Scotty. “But the truth remains that the Universe with all that it contains exemplifies the Divine Idea. God IS.
“‘All are but parts of one stupendous whole,
Whose mother Nature is, and God the soul.’
“You see, I’ve altered the thought a little, Mrs. McAlpin; but I look to the shade of Pope for pardon. If he were with us to-day, he would doubtless accept my amendment. We can’t know much about the mystery we call God. It makes little difference to the humanity of the various nations of the earth, all of whom must worship the Divine Idea, whether it be called Vishnu, Chrishna, Isis, Allah, Jehovah—”
“These learned disquisitions over things unknown make me very weary,” yawned Jean.