He was unfolding the paper covering as he spoke, and then held out a small copy of Science and Health.
"Oh, Auntie, isn't Love beautiful! You see Love has found a way. Mr. Higgs will lend it to you to read to me a little time--won't you, Mr. Higgs?"
"I'll be very happy to, Master Carol."
Mrs. Mandeville took the book with almost a feeling of awe. It had come so wonderfully, yet so simply. She thought of the words: "He sent His angel."
She pointed to a chair, saying, "Please be seated, Mr. Higgs, whilst I read. Is there any particular part you would like me to read, Carol?" she asked, turning over the pages.
"No, Auntie--just open the book; let Love find the place."
"Carol, you so frequently speak of Love as of a personality. What do you mean, dear?"
"Auntie, God is Love. But when we speak of God, it seems we must bow our head, and think reverently of the great 'I Am.' But when we speak of Love--we can just creep into Love's arms, and ask Love anything."
"Even to find a place in a book," Mrs. Mandeville said with a smile.
"Yes, Auntie--even that."