On Tuesday, February 4, 1919, while I was hanging out...

On Tuesday, February 4, 1919, while I was hanging out the clothes, a neighbor's boy rushed into the yard to tell me that my baby, a child of three years, had just been pulled out of the Charles River, apparently drowned. He said he had hailed a passing automobile driven by a soldier and they had rushed the baby to the nearest doctor's office a street or two away.

In a few minutes I reached the office and beheld the little one—wet, cold, and unconscious—across the soldier's knees, head downward, water streaming from his clothes and mouth. The doctor was not at home, but his wife said they had done all they could and had telephoned for the ambulance to take the child to the hospital. Immediately I rang up a Christian Science practitioner and asked for help, all the time knowing that God's everlasting arms were still holding His child and that He was right there taking care of him. Then I said I would take the baby home, and after rolling him in a blanket the soldier and I started out with him. When we reached the first corner the ambulance overtook us, and I asked the policeman if he would take me the rest of the way. So he drove us home, then took the baby into the house, laid him on the floor, and went out, leaving us alone with God.

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