Hermione
She couldn't answer; she just looked stubborn; unadvanced people always look stubborn and glare.
"Where," I said, "did we get the Vedantas and Vegetarianism and Alternate Breathing from?"
She couldn't say a word. She just pouted.
"Who taught us," I said, "Transmigration of Souls and Vibrations?"
She broke down and cried.
"Hermione," she said, "I simply hate howdahs and cobras and swastikas and all those Oriental things!"
Mamma has no idea whatever of logic. She is a typical old-fashioned woman.
"Mamma," I said, "cry as much as you like. You shall not disturb my Inner Harmony! I will not permit you to. And my mind is made up. I will take up the Twilight Sleep in a serious way!"
That settled it, too.
Have you noticed, there's been just a hint of autumn in the air these last few days?
Have you seen the new styles for autumn? They are wonderful; simply wonderful!
