I write to tell you of a demonstration of my little girl, five years...

I write to tell you of a demonstration of my little girl, five years old last spring. She is a dear little Scientist; has been with me through two classes, and has perfect faith in Science. Some friends in moving had left some things in our wood-shed; among them was a cigar box of homeopathic medicine, medicated powders and pellets (we used to doctor with them, but had long ago destroyed all of ours). My little girl asked if she might eat some of the pellets. I said, "Yes, a few," and went on with my work. Sometime after, I noticed the bottles were all empty, and arranged in a row in the window, about fifteen or twenty of them. I asked Katie what she had done with all the medicine. "Why," said she, "I ate it." The first instant, fear took possession of me, but I asked very calmly, "Why Katie, suppose it should make you sick?" She threw back her head, and her large blue eyes fairly shone as she said, "Why Mamma, are you not ashamed to call yourself a Scientist, and be afraid? You know very well there is no 'Life, Substance or Intelligence' in that medicine to possibly hurt me, for I am God's perfect thought, and I cannot get sick." I answered," No dear, it cannot hurt you," and it did not. She never noticed it; She often teaches me, and reproves me. Verily, of such is the kingdom of heaven.— Mrs. M. A. E., Austin, Minn.