136 THE COUSINS.

“Oh, papa, I never should be vain again—I
am sure I never should.”

“Lucy, when Dr. Foster went away, you
thought yourself so well that you did not need
any medicine, yet he left many nauseous doses
for you, and you have continued to take them.
Now God, the good Physician, the Physician of
your soul, sees that you have a very terrible
disease there. You think it cured; but He knows
that the disease is not wholly removed—that you
require more medicine. Are you not willing to
take it from Him ?”

“Oh, papa! to be a poor cripple—to walk on
crutches—”

“Ts very humbling to vanity, my dear child,
though it should be only for a few weeks.”

There was comfort in that last thought, and
Lucy grew more composed; yet it was several
days before she could be induced to try the
crutches which her father had already pro-~
vided for her, and many more before she could
even look upon them without tears. Already,
however, the medicine of the good Physician

had effected some change in Lucy’s feelings, and