"Well, what else can I do?" she asked, a little nettled.
"When we have sore places, what do we do?"
"Bear them."
"Nothing else?"
"Not that I know of."
"Do we not seek a cure?"
"There's no cure for bad temper."
"Is there not? Is there no balm that can be applied? No touch that can soothe and heal?"
"Oh, well," said Ada, softening, "I daresay there is in that way. But do you really think now, Christina, that if I felt a bad temper coming, I could get it cured before it got beyond me?"
"Yes; if you were willing to have it cured, most certainly. Try it, Ada.