"Yes,a pitcher full also,if you please,Mrs.Forbes.Just let the maid bring them up."The doctor returned to the bedside."Now we'll soon forget that you wet those little feet,"he said.
"That didn't do me any harm,that clean sweet brook.Mrs.Forbes didn't know what was the real matter.""What was it,then?"
"My own fault,"said Jewel,speaking with feverish quickness and squeezing the doctor's hand."When I came here I found that nobody loved one another and everybody was afraid and sorry,and instead of denying it and helping them,I began voicing error and calling them names.I didn't keep remembering that God was here,and I called it Castle Discord and called Mrs.Forbes the giantess,and aunt Madge the error fairy,and cousin Eloise the enchanted maiden,and of course how could I help getting sick?"Dr.Ballard leaned toward her.Was this an impromptu tale,or was it a fact that this child had been coldly treated and unhappy?"You have a sensitive conscience,Jewel,"he returned.
Here Sarah entered,set down the tray with pitcher,glasses,and spoon,and departed.The doctor loosed the little hand he had been holding,took up his case,and opened it.
Jewel watched him with apprehension."That's--medicine isn't it?"she asked with bated breath.
"Yes."The doctor carefully selected a bottle of liquid and set it on the table."I think this one will do us."Jewel's remark on the train about materia medica recurred to him,and he smiled.
"Dr.Ballard,aren't you a Christian?"she asked suddenly.
He glanced up."I hope so."
"Then you'll forgive me if I won't take medicine.I put out my tongue,and I sucked the little glass thing because I didn't want to trouble you;but I have too much faith in God to take medicine."The child looked at the doctor appealingly.
He began to see light,and in his surprise,for a moment he did not reply.
"Jesus Christ would have used drugs if they had been right,"she added.
"But He isn't here now,"returned the astonished young man.
"Why,Dr.Ballard,"in gentle reproach,"Christ is the Truth of God.
Isn't He here now,healing us and helping us just the same as ever?
Didn't He say He would be?You will see how much better I shall be to-night."Dr.Ballard met the heavy eyes with his own kind,clear ones."I see you have been taught in new ways,Jewel,"he said seriously,"but you are only a little girl,and while you are in your grandfather's house you ought to do as he wishes.He wishes you to let me prescribe for you.No one who is ill can help ****** trouble.You have no right not to try to get well in the way Mr.Evringham and Mrs.Forbes wish you to."Jewel felt herself in a desperate position.The corners of her lips twitched down.Dr.Ballard thought he saw his advantage,and leaned his fine head toward her.She impulsively threw her arms around his neck.
"You don't want to hurt my feelings,Jewel,"he said.She was crying softly.
"No--it would make me--very--sorry,but it would be--worse--to hurt--God's.Please don't make me,please,please don't make me,Dr.
Ballard!"
She was increasingly excited,and he feared the effect.
"Very well then,Jewel,"he returned."I don't want to do you more harm than good.""Oh,thank you!"she exclaimed fervently,through her tears.
"But Mrs.Forbes must think you have the medicine.You haven't told her that you are--ahem--a Christian Scientist.I suppose that is what you call yourself.""Yes,sir.A Christian Scientist.Oh,you're the kindest man,"pursued the relieved child."I realized in my prayer that you didn't know it was wrong to believe in material medica,for you reflect love all the time."While she was talking and wiping her eyes the doctor took the pitcher and one of the glasses to the window,and stood with his back to her.
"Now then,"he said,returning,"we'll put this half glass of water on the table.I put the spoon across it so,and when Mrs.Forbes is next in the room you take a couple of spoonfuls and that will satisfy her.
