"I did. I gave it a fair trial,—and it didn't work."
"Did you see your practitioner often?"
"Practitioner? Why, I didn't have a practitioner."
"But you have read the text-book?"
"Only a little,—I can't understand it. No, I just thought I'd see what I could do with Christian Science myself."
"Well, you say you 'used it'; how did you use it?"
"Why, I told you;—I didn't take any medicine or do anything."
"And was that all?"
"Yes, only I tried to think I didn't have a cold."
"And you call that using Christian Science?"
"Yes. What do you call it?"
"Well, if you want my honest opinion, I should call it a perfectly idiotic proceeding."
The front legs of my chair came down with a thud. "Isn't that what you do?" I said; and it sounded pointedly accusing, the way I said it.
"Not by a long chalk," said Uncle Rob. "Now, look here, Chet, suppose you had been living on an entire meat diet, nothing else but meat,
