"I stood up and screamed out: ’You said accidents could not happen! You promised! You promised! We have not hurt that baby! He is alive! He is not hurt! He is not even run over!’ And by that time we had both jumped down and run back, and a big crowd was gathering. Talk about treating audibly! I was screeching at the top of my voice. Yet still there lay the child apparently dead. I picked him up in my arms and sat down in the mud with him, still, as Noel declares, talking aloud. Oh, Carolina, I never shall forget the sight of his little hands! So dirty, but so _little_! And his little limp body,--I feel as if I had it in my lap still. The crowd kept getting bigger, and some policemen came, and suddenly, with a scream I never can forget even in my dreams, the child’s mother rushed up. She raised her fist to strike me in the face, and I thought I was done for, when suddenly the child’s eyes opened, and something made me say: ’Here is your baby, little woman. He is not hurt at all!’ She fairly snatched him from me and began to feel him all over, but she could find no broken bones. She was crying and laughing and kissing him, and I still kept telling her that he was unhurt. Just then the police got through with Noel, and he insisted on putting mother and child and a policeman in the tonneau and taking them to the nearest hospital to have the child examined. We did so, and, if you will believe it, there wasn’t a scratch on him. He either fainted from fright or we stunned him, the doctor said. "Two of the surgeons came out and examined the machine, and they found that there is only a foot of space between the lowest part of the car and the ground. "’It is the most miraculous escape I ever saw,’ said one of them, ’to run over a five-year-old boy and not even scratch him. To make the story quite complete you ought to claim to be Christian Scientists. That is the sort of game they always play on a credulous public.’ "’We are both Christian Scientists,’ said Noel, in his most polite manner, ’and I am deeply impressed with your involuntary tribute to its efficacy in case of accident.’ "Between you and me, I don’t believe that doctor got his mouth together again without help. "Well, we had the greatest time when we got back. First, we took every child on the scene--and I believe there must have been a hundred--to an ice-cream saloon and treated them. And while they were waiting their turns, Noel filled the White Moth with them and gave them a ride. I never had so much fun in my life. I went home with the mother, with a quart of ice-cream in each hand, and got her to tell me the story of her life. Poor soul! She has nine children, but she loves each one as if it were her all. Noel and I are both going to do something for that child. His name is Dewey Dolan.