square it. And now I suppose I'll have to give the thing a real trial some time."
"That's for you to decide," said Uncle Rob.
"No, it isn't," I said. "You've spoiled the one that I was tying to, by showing that it wasn't one at all; and I've simply got to get my bearings on the subject; because it will sit on the edge of the shelf in my brown study, and make eyes at me, until I have got it ticketed or pitched it out. Here's one thing I can't understand, though,—if the healing comes from God, why isn't it free? I don't see how the practitioners can think it's right to charge for it."
"Well, I'll tell you one reason," said Uncle Rob. "It happens that the practitioners haven't yet outgrown the necessity of eating food and wearing clothes and having roofs over their heads! When a person gives up whatever work he is doing to earn a living, and takes up the study and practice of Christian Science, can you tell me how he is going to get food and clothing and pay his rent, if he doesn't charge anything for the time he gives to his patients?"
I surely couldn't.
"No one thinks that a minister or a doctor
