Little Bessie had a belief of a cold, and I told her to treat herself. The next morning she got up entirely freed from her belief; bright and happy. I asked her what she had done. "Why nothing! I just declared all the time: 'God is Love, God is Love, God is Love!'"
When playing one day with her brother John, she ran a pin into her finger. "Oh, dear! that hurts awfully, Johnnie," she exclaimed. "Well, never mind," said John, consolingly. "You sit down, and I'll treat you." Presently, both were happily playing again, wholly re-instated in Harmony.
