A wonderful thing happened to Profullo when he was a few weeks old. He fell ill, and the doctors gave him up; at the time my father was away at Belghuria garden-house, and the sad news had to be sent to him. When at length my father arrived every one was weeping, thinking the boy was gone. My father entered the room with a lovely rose in his hand, and they all saw what a wonderful expression there was upon his face. Father touched Profullo's face with the flower, and the boy opened his eyes and said, "Father, have you come?" and from that day he rapidly recovered. Profullo had several pet names, Pepery, Peter, and Pip and Peroo.
He married an English girl. He was always a devoted follower of my father's.
My husband used to say that my father's great gifts and devoutness were inherited by my fourth brother, Saral. Every one thought he would become a missionary. When he was a small boy, he always said he would carry on my father's work. He is unselfish, most kind-hearted and simple minded. His pet name is Bhopal.
My youngest brother's name is Subrata, and his pet name is Bhajan. He was my eldest son's best friend : the boy was devoted to him and asked for him till the end. Subrata is now a doctor, yet we still regard him as our baby brother, and I do not think he will ever grow up; he behaves like a baby. He married a pretty French girl and did well during
