p. 15 | Amusing a Convalescent Child

Review and Herald Publishing Association · Takoma Park Station, Washington, D. C. · Dec 23, 1915

Amusing a Convalescent Child

ALL my ingenuity was called into play recently when I found myself with a convalescent boy on my hands. He was recovering from typhoid fever, and had to be diverted to keep him from fretting and doing things to tire him.

I finally remembered what pleasure I had always had from opera glasses, so I brought them out. The back of the house was near a park, and on bright days we used to sit on the back porch, and watch the birds and squirrels in the trees. I looked up stories about them and their habits, and read or told them to him. On afternoons when he did not feel like going out, I placed him at the living room window; and here he watched the people, horses, and cars through the big end of the lenses, which converted them into inhabitants of Lilliput.

When he was well, he continued his study of the birds; and I often heard him telling other boys things he had learned about birds, and enlisting sympathy and protection in their behalf.—The Mother’s Magazine.