Some years ago I went into a cottage to see a young married woman whom I had known from her childhood. I found her lying huddled on the floor, crying as if her heart would break, while her baby, her only boy, lay on a sofa by her, looking as if he were dying. Her mother, who was in the room, told me that the doctor had just said that it could not recover, it might die at any moment, and that it could only have been a hopeless idiot if it had lived. I protested against this, declaring the Truth aloud, and telling the little mother that God was Love, and that God was the child's life. I told her to cling to the thought of Life, and to know that God was caring for the child. I talked to her as simply as I could for some time.
Presently the father came in, and I offered to treat the baby, and lent him some papers that he might have an idea of what Christian Science is, for neither of them had ever heard of it before. But he was afraid, as there had been lately in the papers cases of prosecution of parents whose children had died without medical attendance.
However, the treatment had been given audibly. I went again the next day to see and comfort the mother. The baby began to get better, and before long was well, and he grew into a healthy, intelligent child.
