"Carolina," she said, "Moultrie told me--but of course you never said such a thing and I told him then that he must have misunderstood you--that Gladys Yancey was cured by Christian Science! Now, what did you say?"
"I said just that. She was cured by Christian Science."
"I don't believe it!" cried Aunt Angie. "Excuse me, dear child, for saying so. I know that you are truthful and that you believe it, but I don't. I'd have to see it done."
"If you saw Teddy Fitzhugh taught to speak plainly, would you believe?"
"My dear, I'd leave the Presbyterian Church and join the Christian Scientists so quickly my church letter would be torn by the way I'd snatch it."
Carolina laughed and squeezed Aunt Angie's hand, who added with a smile:
"I suppose you think I am as good as caught already, don't you?"
"I hope you are. You can't imagine how much peace it brings."
"Peace! It's something I never have had, child."
"Nor I. But I have it now."