ing it, if I wanted to, after I had once learned it, and knew why."
"Well, it's the same with Christian Science. If you once understand it, you haven't any more choice in the matter than you have in two and two,—you've got it, and it's got you, and it isn't a question of whether you want to be sincere or not—you, simply know it, and that settles it for you, and you can't get away from it."
I looked at her and wondered if I would ever come to see it that way. We didn't talk much the rest of the way home. I was in my experimental-mental store-room, and streets and houses and people weren't anywhere. Some one had said something about feeling kindly toward every one, whether they were of the same religion or not, and that people's opinions about God and Christ ought to be the last thing in the world to separate them from one another, and that gave me a lot to think about.
When we reached Aunt Fannie's, I got into a Morris chair and went back into my store-room until Uncle Fred, with a tease is his eyes, said,—"Chet, you're in a brown study. That's bad. Don't take up a religion where you have to think.
