He came to our bedside some time in the night, saying: "Treat me, mamma, I'm so cold." I took the little fellow in my arms and found him shaking with belief of chill and fever; the false claim coming to him in the darkness while we were all asleep. It did not take long to rouse mamma to action. The battle was not a short one, but Truth was on our side, only waiting for mamma to cast out her own fear; when this was done, the brave, uncomplaining child slept sweetly, and mamma also fell asleep, feeling that he was safe in the everlasting arms of Love. Just at dawn of day, mamma was wakened by hearing a sweet, hushed voice beside her repeating these words: "Spirit formed you, Spirit, Spirit formed you.—Listen, mamma, listen! That little bird right out on that branch is saying that to me. Now it says: 'God is Love, God is Love.'"
Our bed was beside an open window, and, in a tall tree whose branches swept the window ledge, sat a sweet little songster, softly singing the refrain that came to baby as a message of love —an Angel-Visitant, as the dear little man said. When asked how he knew, he replied: "Why Science and Health says that angels are messages of Love." Is it any wonder that Jesus chose a child to illustrate the Kingdom of Heaven!—
