"You're lucky," said Uncle Rob.
I felt my face flush. "Well," I said, "I know that the principal thing is that they don't take medicine."
"H'm, if you know it all like that," said Uncle Rob, "it's—it's interesting. I don't know all about Christian Science; but I know a little about some other things, in just the same way. For instance, on these great steamships which go across the ocean, it is the uniforms of the captain and the sailors, that take care of the boat. Those blue uniforms understand the ship from stem to stern, they watch the compass and the charts, they know the ocean and issue the orders and obey them, and carry the boat safely through to port. Those uniforms are the principal part of the boat and the trip and everything pertaining thereto. Curious, isn't it?"
I looked at him, a good deal puzzled.
"It doesn't look reasonable, does it?" he said.
"It isn't true," I blurted out.
"But I know it in just the same way that you know what you said."
"But the uniforms don't have anything to do with the boat, at all."
