Florence is the dearest of Italian cities to me, perhaps chiefly because of the beautiful companionship I found there.
It was out in the C—, a lovely park, on Ascension Day, where a party of us had gone to take breakfast, in accordance with the Florentine custom, that somehow I announced the fact of my being a "Christian Scientist." "So am I," said a lady beside me, to my great and amazing delight.
That was the beginning of a series of early morning walks and talks, of inestimable benefit. This lady is one who has demonstrated over invalidism, and the greatest of human losses and sorrows, though in years quite young. She is uncompromising in her stand for Truth.
