About a year since, when not quite ten years of age, my little son went through the Metaphysical College with me, gaining the most beautiful conception of our teacher, of any one I ever have spoken with. He often says: "Mamma, people will understand who Mrs. Eddy is some day; and then they will believe the Science."
The manner of his own acceptance of the Truth was peculiar. When I first became interested, he persistently fought it; grieving that I did not call a doctor or give medicine when he was ill. Tearfully, in the most pleading way, he would say: "Mamma, you used to give me little pills when I was sick."
At one time, in belief of whooping cough, I seemed unable to help him. I engaged two other Scientists, but with no visible effect. He experienced no relief until one night, after one of those spasmodic spells of coughing, he exclaimed—soon as he could get his breath: "There! I can't lose my breath; I've no breath to lose, l am a Christian Scientist!" From that hour he was freed from the cough; and has remained a loyal little Christian ever since.
