Last summer a little boy seven years old had his finger torn off almost to the first joint. At first he did not notice it; but in a few minutes he cried because of fright, those around were manifesting such fear.
He was taken where he could be alone, and soon fell into a sweet sleep and slept well all night. The next morning his finger was dressed, a little piece of cotton put on the end of it, and a finger-stall put on.
He played all day with the hand, and rolled his hoop as usual. After another good night's sleep he was unwilling to have the finger-stall on his finger. It was taken off and in a very few days his finger was well.
