re obliged to hasten on by the first steamer, which
left the following morning. I was obliged to borrow garments for myself
and the children from our fellow-passengers.

At Shanghai the streets were being paraded, and every preparation was
being made for an attack. We learned with deep sorrow of the death of
many dear friends at the hands of the Boxers. Ordered home by the first
steamer, without anything left to us but the old clothes we had on at
the time of the attack, how could we get ready in such a short time for
the long home voyage? There was no lack of money, for our Board had
cabled all we needed. The question that faced us was how could I get
clothes made for six of us in such a short time, with Chinese tailors
too busy to help, no machine to be had, and no ready-made clothes to be
bought except for Mr. Goforth and Paul.

Again I found that man's extremity was but God's opportunity. He was
true to his promise, "God shall supply all your need." Even as I knelt
in an agony of prayer, beseeching God's help, and asking definitely that
some one should be sent to me to help with the sewing, two ladies were
at the door asking for me! These were perfect strangers, but had seen
our names among the recent refugees, and God had moved them to come and
offer their assistance! They worked for me night and day until we had to
get on board the steamer. Never shall I forget their Christian
fellowship and practical help at that time.

But in the rush to get the older children ready, baby Wallace's clothes
were neglected. There was nothing for it but to take materials and make
things for him on the voyage. In this connection came a most wonderful
and precious evidence of God's power to answer prayer. For the first few
days of the journey I worked early and late trying to make something for
the little one, who had scarcely anything to wear; but as we were
nearing Yokohama I realized I had almost reached the end of my strength.
My needle refused to work; try as I would I could not even see where to
put the needle.

Folding up my work I went down to the stateroom, and kneeling down I
spread the work before the Lord. Too far gone to agonize in prayer, I
could only quietly, almost mutely, just tell him how the poor child had
no clothes. Rising with a great sense of the burden having been lifted,
I put the work away, locking it in a trunk, then went up on deck and lay
down almost insensible from exhaustion. How long a time passed I