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.