A kind Shunammite woman who liked Elisha made for him a little chamber
on the wall. She made it cosey with a bed and table and stool and
candlestick. Elisha used to come to this little room when he got tired.
Now this good woman had a little boy whom she dearly loved, for he was
her only child. One morning the little fellow was running about in the
field with the reapers. All at once he felt a pain and ran to his father,
crying, “My head! my head!” When the father saw his little son was not
feeling well, he had him taken home to his mother. She held him in her
lap till noon. Then he died. Elisha brought him back to life.
[Illustration: THE SHUNAMMITE’S SON RESTORED.]