before the showers had ceased. One day, one of them, with a radiant face, greeted me on the porch, with a glad cry: "Oh, Mamma, aren't you glad you got more sense and aren't 'fraid any more to let us play and get our feet wet?' About this time, one of the neighbor boys from the window of his home looked out and saw our boys enjoying their new privileges, and wailed out to his mother, as she afterward told us, "Oh, Mamma, get Truth so we can wade and be happy like the Fillmore boys!"

I found that in gaining a victory over my fears I had lessened the liability of my children to take on old conditions. Of course, this was not all done at once. There were a good many times when there had to be a virtual battle with the habit of tonsillitis; but the attacks became lighter and farther apart, and gradually the tonsils became normal. As for the croupy boy, a few times the midnight alarm was sounded. But it was a trustful and not a fearful mother who came to the rescue; for well I knew that the battle was the Lord's, and with a few strong statements of Truth the enemy was put to rout, and my precious boy went to slumberland, breathing softly.

As I have before stated, these changes were not accomplished all at once. There has been a gradual giving way of the old, established ideas, as we have steadfastly made room for the higher order of living. Do not