parents. Mrs. Patterson had made him well in spite of the physician’s declaration that he was in for a run of fever. So simply was the youth’s release from fever accomplished that none who knew of the case would credit her with having done anything. However, Mary Baker had in this instance once more illustrated her discovery.
Her power to heal the sick was shown once again among these friends. The Charles Winslows of Ocean street were related to the Phillipses, and Mrs. Patterson knew them as intimately as she knew the Olivers. Mrs. Winslow had been for sixteen years in an invalid chair, and Mrs. Patterson, who occasionally spent an afternoon with her, desired to heal her.
“If you make Abbie walk,” said Charles Winslow, “I will not only believe your theory, but I will reward you liberally. I think I would give a thousand dollars to see her able to walk.”
“The demonstration of the principle is enough reward,” said Mrs. Patterson. “I know she can walk. You go to business and leave us alone together.”
“But I want to see you perform your cure, Mary,” said Charles Winslow, half mirthfully. “Indeed, I won’t interfere.”
“You want to see me perform a cure,” cried Mary Baker, with a flash of her clear eyes. “But I am not going to do anything. Why don’t you understand that God will do the work if Mrs. Winslow will let Him? Leave off making light of what is a serious matter. Your wife will walk.”
