"Then why are there so many physicians?"
"If people had the requisite faith, there would be no more physicians."
"Only Christian Scientists."
My daughter looked at me no less sweetly because of my taunt, and
responded:
"In time we shall all be able to heal ourselves. It is simply a
question of strength and degree. Some of us have more power than
others at present, but as the world grows the number of those
sufficient unto themselves will increase."
"What makes you think so?"
"I know it, father."
"From Mrs. Titus?"
"Mrs. Titus knows it too; but I know it not merely because she knows
it, but because I can feel that it is so."
"But, my dear child, surely you do not mean to tell me that if I were
to have typhoid fever, I shouldn't have it?"
"I know that you would think you had it."
"Well, supposing I died, wouldn't I be dead?"
Winona hesitated for an instant, but it was only in order to avoid
committing herself to one heresy while seeking to avoid another. "You
would be dead, though perhaps not as we now understand being dead. You
would not have died of typhoid fever, but of the belief that you were
suffering from typhoid fever induced by the hallucination of error."
"I see," I answered, though to tell the truth I did not, and it was
very evident to me that Winona thought so too, for her serene smile
revealed just a tinge of amusement.
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