"I did not intend to be rude," she said, hurriedly. Then she hesitated as another thought struck her, and in a more timid voice she said:
"Did you mean that Christian Science does not need me as much as I need Christian Science?"
Rosemary pressed her hand as her only reply.
"Can it help me?" cried Carolina, with sudden fervour. "I am a wreck, physically and mentally. I have lost parents, fortune, home, health, and ambition. I long to die! I have even lost my God!"
"Christian Science will give you back your God," said Rosemary.
"I hate God!" said Carolina, calmly.
"I used to hate Him, too," said Rosemary. "In the old thought there was nothing else to do, for a just mind, than to hate Him. We had made an image of hate and vengeance and set it up to worship and called it God."
"We? Did we do it?"
"Of course! Who else?"
"Then it is all our fault?"