A while ago I entered a Christian Science home, where I was so impressed with the open avenue to truth of the pure child thought, I concluded to send a word to the Journal about it.
Our little Willard has always been in the blessed atmosphere of Science. "I am going upstairs, Willard, can you stay here alone?" I asked one morning when Mamma had gone to Boston. "Us won't be alone, Maywy, God will stay with us." "Yes, that is true" I answered and went on my errand. On my return I found the three-year-old boy playing, and he greeted me with: "Maywy, God did take care of us, God did."
One morning our boy went headlong, striking against his horses' heads. I sprang, to him, but he was up in an instant; and though there was a suspicious catch in his voice, he said, stoutly; "Boy isn't hurt. Us said All Mind, get ahind me erwor," then walked off with a toss of the flaxen curls, and that was all the notice of the fall he gave.
