One more hour and the first week would be over. It was everything he had been assured it would be and much, much more. He had prayed for many years to have this wonderful, one-time experience of class instruction from an authorized teacher of Christian Science. It had taken a bit of doing, but he had arranged to be away from home for the two-week period, and he had traveled over two thousand miles to be here. At last he was becoming better equipped to heal and to share with others some of the good that had come to him from the study of Christian Science.
If only the hotel room were more comfortable. No question about it—the little room seemed to be a small space apart from the kingdom of heaven, the subject the class was discussing at the moment.
Oh, the smallness of the room wasn't too bad, but the stuffiness! That antique air conditioner either gave no air at all or blew in a gale from the North Pole. And the light—most inadequate. No study table, just the bed on which to spread everything. And it would be nice if the maid could come at a time other than the precise moment when the books were spread out. Paper-thin walls—just like being in the same room with those people next door. Not much of a window, either. Why, if you wanted to see anything outside, you had to lean way out. Not the greatest place to be alone for hours on end.
