Aunt Janet's Healing of Baby Billy's Croup

“Late that afternoon baby Billy had an unusually long nap and awoke coughing hoarsely. When Margaret ran in to take him up he was flushed and feverish. She began walking the floor with him in her arms, trembling and frightened, thankful indeed that Aunt Janet had been sent for. If only she might come now! Pneumonia—bronchitis —all the dread diseases she had ever heard of seemed threatening and Margaret kept up a continuous pace from the clock to the nearest window facing the street, praying for Aunt Janet’s arrival. ... 'Now don’t you worry, honey, he’s going to be all right,' soothed the old lady. 'We don’t need any doctor.' There was no sleep for anyone that night. In spite of Aunt Janet’s assurances, it was a terrible experience to Margaret, being the baby’s first serious illness. ... Long towards morning Baby Billy sank into a quiet, easy sleep and awoke actually smiling and playful, though still hoarse. — The Young Woman's Journal 27:3”