In 1925 our little twelve-year-old daughter was taken ill. The symptoms were those of a contagious disease. Treatment was requested from a Christian Science practitioner, and I notified the health department. The authorities said they would send a doctor to examine her.
At no time did I have any fear. Although I had been a student of Christian Science a comparatively short time, I knew that we were in God's care and that our needs would be met through the work of the consecrated practitioner. The doctor arrived early in the evening, examined our daughter, and with a solemn face drew me into the living room and said: "This is scarlet fever. I can give you a salve that may ease the discomfort, but, of course, it will not cure her."
I thanked him for his kind offer, but explained that we were students of Christian Science and would not need any medicine. Saying he would return the next morning, the doctor placed a quarantine sign on the front of the house and left. The practitioner was called on the telephone, and a report was made of the doctor's diagnosis. Then I made the child comfortable for the night and went to bed. She did not suffer, and we slept all night.
