Such a bright baby as she was! with beautiful, large eyes which shone with the soft radiance of love. Papa would never call her anything else but his Sweetheart. She was a very thoughtful baby, too; sitting for hours at a time on her mamma's lap, seemingly absorbed with her own reflections, her little head poised sidewise as if listening. Her mamma said she was listening to what the angels were saying. We know, as Christian Scientists, that "angels" are good, pure thoughts; so I have no doubt this was true.
When Sweetheart learned to walk, her courage was remarkable. She stepped right out without the slightest fear, refusing all aid from anyone. A friend asked her mamma how she taught her to walk so quickly. "I did not teach her at all. I simply overcame my own fear," was the answer. She was standing near the head of the stairs one day, when someone exclaimed, very much frightened, "Mercy! aren't you afraid she will fall downstairs?" "No," said mamma, in ringing tones; "I do not fear, for God governs her actions." Sweetheart ran to her mamma and gave her a grateful hug and kiss, as if she understood it all.
Two kittens taught her to run. The gardener's wife had given her a cunning little pair, but sometimes when she played with them they would scamper away out of her reach. At first, Sweetheart seemed a little perplexed at this part of the programme, and, with a little sigh of resignation, settled herself to watch them from a distance. It was not long before she solved the problem, however, and could run as well as they. She never stumbled nor fell, for she never seemed to think of the distance to be travelled; but concentrated her thought on the object, and that carried her quickly along.
