Little Mamie, who is only ten years old, is a splendid Christian Scientist. One day her brother was complaining of a sick headache. "Now brother, don't fret, and I will treat you," said Mamie. After she had finished, he said he felt much better. "You ought to help yourself, brother, though. You mustn't ever think any sick thoughts. You must deny them and you will keep well then."
That evening Mamie's little friend, a doctor's daughter, dined with them, and Fred was telling his mother how quickly his headache disappeared after the treatment in the afternoon. "Oh! we've all had dreadful headaches over to our house, too, to-day, and I've got an awful one yet," said Alice; "and everything's topsy-turvey anyway!" Mamie looked up amazed. "Why Alice! everything is not topsy-turvey; because all is harmony. Discord is a lie, and you mustn't believe it to be the Truth." "Well, Mamie, I always feel better when I'm with you, anyway," said Alice. "I wish you'd cure papa!" Mamie did not make reply; but that she did not is no reason she did not give earnest heed to what Alice had said. She was a very thoughtful child, and nothing escaped her.
It was not many days after this, that she came with sparkling eyes bounding into the room where her mother was sewing. "Mamma, wouldn't it be a great victory for Christian Science if I cured a mortal belief doctor—the kind that has faith in medicine?" "Yes, my darling, it would indeed," said her mamma. "Well," said Mamie, "I've just seen Alice and she says her headache was all gone when she went home the other night. She says she knows I cured it and so she told her mamma. But best of all, when she asked doctor how his was, he said it was all gone, had suddenly left him." "Well, it was my little girl's good work, I know, and I hope she won't stop at this, but will continue and only be satisfied when the doctor has ceased to believe in medicines."
