If Winona turns out your equal I shall
be more than satisfied."
"Thank you, dear, but you mustn't say it. I do wish her to have more
mind. My mind was more or less neglected; but, on the other hand,
Fred, I never had the opportunity to be peculiar, for there was no
chance to be in those days. Now the disease is liable to break out in
any family. All we can do, Fred, is to remember that we are growing
old, and to trust that the world of to-day is wiser than we."
"Amen!" I murmured.
And yet the consciousness that Josephine passed through it all and is
what she is, makes me feel a little doubtful still on the score of the
new dispensation, in spite of the mushrooms with rich gray gravy.
VII
My daughter Winona has become a Christian Scientist, and Josephine says
I have only myself to blame in that I encouraged her to model herself
upon Miss Jacket. This strikes me as a little harsh, seeing that Miss
Jacket, M.D., is a regular practitioner in the allopathic line, whereas
Winona declares that the science of medicine is all nonsense, for the
excellent reason that there is no such thing as disease. When I used
this argument as a defence, Josephine regarded me scornfully, and
remarked that the pair were practically one in ideas, and that it was
futile of me to split straws on such a point.
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