The negro, hearing voices, stopped, glanced in their direction, and promptly disappeared. Carolina only had time to notice that he was very black, but she followed him in thought, mentally denying dishonesty and declaring that harm could not come to her through error in any form.
She was struck, too, by the manner in which her sensitive, high-bred mare lifted her pretty head and looked after his retreating form, pawing the earth impatiently and sending out little snuffling neighs which were hardly more than bleatings. Surely, if a man had the power to call forth devoted love from such an animal, there must be much good in him!
"What makes you so quiet?" asked Moultrie, breaking in on her thought.
Carolina looked at him abruptly and decided her course of action.
"You have told me of the skeleton in your closet. Let me be equally frank and tell you of mine. I am a Christian Scientist."
"A what?"
"A Christian Scientist!"
"I never heard of one," said the young man, simply. "What is it?"
For the second time the girl's face flushed with a vicarious mortification.
"It is a new form of religion founded on a perfect belief in the life of Christ and a literal following of His commandments to His disciples, regardless of time," said Carolina, slowly.