"Lois Winchester," said Aunt Angie, as they went up-stairs, "they tell me that you actually rode an elephant while you were in India!"
"I did, Cousin Angie," said Mrs. Winchester, imperturbably. "And what is more, I had my picture taken on one. You can hardly tell me from the elephant!"
Now Cousin Lois so seldom jested that this sally met with the usual reception which non-jokers seem to expect, and the walls fairly reeled with the peals of laughter from the delighted kinfolk. But when they were all gathered in Carolina"s room and the chairs were brought from all the other rooms to seat the guests, a hush fell upon the a.s.semblage similar to that which falls upon Westminster Abbey when a funeral cortege arrives.
Carolina was unlocking her Paris trunks!
CHAPTER XV.
THE BLIND BABY
The same terrible suspicion which had entered Aunt Angie La Grange"s mind when she overheard Flower"s innocent words had occurred to Carolina, and as there seemed to be one of those sudden new-born bonds of sympathy between the beautiful old woman and the beautiful young girl, which sometimes spring into existence without warning, yet with good reason, as afterwards transpires, Carolina was not surprised to have Aunt Angie draw her aside after supper and say:
"Carolina, child, what did you think when you heard what Flower said about little Arthur?"
"I thought just what you thought, Aunt Angie, at first, then--"
"Then what?"
"Nothing."
"Now, Carol, you were going to say something! What was it? I am sure the thought that I am a comparative stranger to you stopped the words on your lips."
"I am afraid that you wouldn"t understand what I was going to say, Aunt Angie, dear, and I don"t want to antagonize you. I like you too much."
"Dear child, nothing that your silver tongue could utter could antagonize me after your sweet generosity to my daughter this afternoon.
Oh, Carol, don"t you think my mother-heart aches at not being able to dress my pretty girl in such fairy fabrics as you showed us? And then to think of your giving her that pink silk! Why, Peachie won"t sleep a wink for a week, and I doubt if her mother does, either! Now she can go to the Valentine German in Savannah. You must go, too. I will arrange it. I--but my tongue is running away with me. Tell me what you were going to say."
"Well," said Carolina, hesitatingly, "you have heard that I am a Christian Scientist, haven"t you?"
"Yes, dear, I have, and I must say that I deeply regret it. Not that I know anything about it, but--"
"That"s the way every one feels who doesn"t know about it," cried Carolina, earnestly; "but that is nothing but prejudice which will wear away. Indeed, indeed it will, Aunt Angie."
Mrs. La Grange shook her head.
"I am a dyed-in-the-wool Presbyterian, and I"ve fought, bled, and died for my religion in a family who believe that G.o.d created the Church of England first and then turned His attention to the creation of the earth, so you can"t expect me to welcome a new fad, can you, my dear?
But I beg your pardon, Carol. What were you going to say?"
"It was only this," said Carolina, gently. "That even if Flower"s baby is blind to mortal sight, he is not blind in G.o.d"s eyes. There he is perfect, for G.o.d, who is Incarnate Love, never created a blind or dumb baby."
Tears rushed suddenly to the old woman"s eyes.
"Are you thinking of poor little Teddy Fitzhugh?" she whispered.
"Yes, I was."
"Oh, Carolina! If you could have seen his mother"s anguish all these years! But you would have to be a mother yourself before you could even apprehend it."
"Yes, I suppose I would."
"And now," said the older woman, with that patient tightening of the lips with which so many Christian women prepare themselves to bear the heart-breaking calamities which they believe a tender Heavenly Father inflicts on those He loves, "I suppose I must steel my heart to see poor Flower writhe under a worse agony. Indeed, Carol, G.o.d"s ways are hard to understand."
"Yes, G.o.d is such a peculiar sort of parent," observed Carolina. "He seems to do things with impunity, which if an earthly father did, the neighbours would lynch him."
Aunt Angie La Grange sat up with a spring of fright.
"Why, Carolina Lee! What sacrilege! You will certainly be punished by an avenging G.o.d for such blasphemy. You shock me, Carolina. You really do."
"Forgive me, Aunt Angie. I only meant to imply that the G.o.d I believe in is a G.o.d of such love that He never sends anything but good to His children."
"Then how do you get around that saying, "Whom the Lord loveth He chasteneth?""
"There is authority for translating that word "chasteneth,"
"instructeth." But even if you leave it "chasteneth," it doesn"t mean a life-long disfigurement or crippling of innocent babies. Supposing Peachie should disobey you, or even disgrace you, would you deliberately infect her with smallpox to destroy her beauty or send her into a train wreck to lame her or paralyze for life?"
Mrs. La Grange only looked into Carolina"s eyes for reply, but her hands gripped the arms of her chair until her nails were white.
"Yet you are only her earthly--her human--her finite mother. How much greater capacity has the Infinite Heart for love!"
Mrs. La Grange stirred restlessly.
"It is beautiful," she breathed, "but--disquieting. It upsets all my old beliefs."
""And good riddance to bad rubbish," as we children used to say," said Carolina, smiling. Aunt Angie smiled in answer, but a trifle dubiously.
"Carolina," she said, "Moultrie told me--but of course you never said such a thing and I told him then that he must have misunderstood you--that Gladys Yancey was cured by Christian Science! Now, what _did_ you say?"
"I said just that. She _was_ cured by Christian Science."
"I don"t believe it!" cried Aunt Angie. "Excuse me, dear child, for saying so. I know that you are truthful and that you believe it, but _I_ don"t. I"d have to see it done."
"If you saw Teddy Fitzhugh taught to speak plainly, would you believe?"
"My dear, I"d leave the Presbyterian Church and join the Christian Scientists so quickly my church letter would be torn by the way I"d s.n.a.t.c.h it."
Carolina laughed and squeezed Aunt Angie"s hand, who added with a smile:
"I suppose you think I am as good as caught already, don"t you?"
"I hope you are. You can"t imagine how much peace it brings."
"Peace! It"s something I never have had, child."