'What is that thing called light,
Which I can ne'er enjoy?'
No one could tell him to make him understand, could they? So no one could make anyone understand in words what love is. Just as light comes from the sun, and we can only see it with our eyes, so love comes from God, who is Love, and we can only be conscious of it in our hearts. Isn't it St. John, Auntie, who says we have passed from death unto life when we love the brethren? Then just as eyes which cannot see the light are called blind, mustn't it be that hearts which do not love are dead?"
"It seems to follow naturally your line of reasoning, Carol, though I cannot say the thought ever occurred to me before. There is one marked trait in all little children, they are so full of love."
"Yes, Auntie, especially darling Rosebud. She loves everyone. Do you remember when I was ill, and you lifted her on the bed, how she said: 'I do 'ove 'ou so welly much, Tarol'?"
"Yes, dear, I remember. Rosebud often makes me think of a line of one of the poets:
'For a smile of God, thou art.'"
"That is just beautiful, Auntie, and it explains why little children know what love is, before they know anything else, before they even walk or talk."
"Yes, Carol, all great poets seem able to grasp some momentous truth, and give it to the world in a beautiful line or verse."
"Cousin Alicia has given Eloise a copy of Science and Health just like the one she gave me, Auntie. Eloise showed it to me, and offered to lend it to me. But it would not be right for me to read it until Uncle Raymond gives me permission, would it? Do you think he may when he knows of Eloise's healing?"
"He does know, dear. I was talking to him last night about it. He attributes it to the change into Devonshire, or--or some other reason. I think he suggested hypnotism."