Mature Lady. You Mr. Gill? Well, I want to see the Manager. But you can perhaps do. You are the editor, are you not?
Mr. Gill. Yes, and perhaps I can serve you. What do you wish?
Lady. I want to renew my subscription. It ran out last January, and I thought I would let it go; but it continues to come, and I cannot do without it. Oh, it is such a comfort to me, I cannot do without it. I am old now, sixty-four,— twenty-two years a soldier's widow. Have a little pension, very little; but I am independent, and I am happy. Christian Science makes me happy. I was forty years an invalid, and the most eminent doctors pronounced my case hopeless. But Christian Science has given me health and hope. There is nothing the matter with me now, because, you know, there is no matter; and it's no matter what they say when you know you are all right. They try to discourage me as they always did; but I have got off my bed, and I can walk about as well as they can. There is just a little belief of deafness left, and that is better than it was; and that I am working at, and it's all right, only I wish I could hear you at church on Sunday.
