The day before setting off on my homeward journey from Boston to Washington last year, the friends with whom I was stopping said to me, "Of course you will take a Pullman, as you have a long journey before you, and will arrive late."I replied, "No; I want to save that three dollars for my Science work, so shall go in the day coach. They demurred a little, but I was firm in the position I had taken.
Although I have been able, through the understanding of Divine Science, to demonstrate over a number of worldly claims, I confess I had not altogether destroyed the sense of comfort and seclusion that that particular "flesh-pot of Egypt" always seemed to afford me, and mortal mind argued a little, as I looked at the one on the "Colonial Express" that day, on my way to the crowded car in the rear.
Just after I entered, an elderly lady came in with a party of friends, and I could not help overhearing the regrets they uttered, that she had to make such a long journey alone. I thought to myself, when an opportunity offers, I will speak to her, and perhaps can be of some use. So when the occupant of the seat in front of her got out at Providence, I changed my place to the vacant one, and in arranging my small luggage, turned round and smiled at her. She immediately asked me in rather an anxious tone of voice, "Are you going to Washington?" and seemed relieved when I replied affirmatively. When we reached the "Transfer Maryland," at the East River, I invited her to go on deck with me. She answered, "I have packed my wraps in my trunk, and then, too, you see I am lame."
