I have long thought to send to the Journal something of the sayings and doings of our little ones, and feel that now is the time, and it must be done.
One little one, just past four years of age, caught her thumb nail in some machinery, and in her efforts to free herself the nail was torn nearly off. Her mother brought her immediately to my rooms. I at once saw the condition, wrapped a piece of cloth about the thumb to hold the nail in place, then took her in my arms, declaring the presence of Love and harmony. She grew quiet at once, and was soon asleep. In a little while the carriage came for them, and the mother took her from my arms, and held her during the drive home. She was perfectly quiet, seeming very thoughtful. Arriving at home, they went to the mother's room, and as soon as the child's wraps were removed, she put her arms around her mother's neck, and drawing her down close to her, said, "My papa must never kill anything more, but must love everything!" (The father had just returned, that morning, from a hunting trip, and had brought home some deer, wild turkeys, and other game.) When questioned about her thumb, she said, "It's all right," and would not allow any one to look at it. It was "all right."
The same little girl had once been present with her mother, some students, and others, when the question came up of "how Adam and Eve originated." No one noticed that she was paying attention to what was being said. The next morning she surprised her mother by saying, "Mamma, I can tell you where Adam and Eve came from." " Well, then tell me," said her mother. "Why, Adam, he just made heself, and Eve, she just made sheself and that's all there is of it." Comment is unnecessary.
