With burning eyes, but a determined heart she watched him through the long, silent hours of the night. The next morning early, the Prophet chanced to pass the house and Lydia ran out and asked him to come in and see her little child who was nigh unto death. He came in and going up to the child he was shocked at his appearance.
"He is sick indeed. I will tell you one thing more to do, and if that does not save him, you will have to give him up."
"I cannot give him up," the woman replied.
Joseph looked at her, into her clear, calm, determined eyes, and over his face came a peculiar heavenly smile, a smile that was so glorious in its meaning, and said:
"Sister Lydia, I do not think you will have to give him up."
Then, after a moment's thought, "you must send for Father Geo. W. Harris; take some warm water and soap, wash your child from the crown of his head to the soles of his feet; then have Father Harris annoint him with holy consecrated oil from the crown of his head to the soles of his feet; and I think your child will live."
Lydia lost no time in obeying his words, and when the blessing was over she had the joy of seeing her child revive and he was healed.
On Thursday morning after, Joseph came in to see how the child was, and was pleased to find him restored to health.
"Now, Sister Lydia," he remarked as he was going away, "should your babe take a relapse, you know what has healed it before, do the same again."
That evening, the disease seemed to return and fasten itself closer than ever on the frail child.