"As far as Swamis are concerned," I told her, "the debt we owe to them in incalculable. Where, for instance, would we have ever heard of Karma if it had not been for the Swamis?" 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! INTUITION IN spite of all we've done for them -- by we I mean the serious thinkers of the world -- some people are so frightfully uncultured! A girl asked me the other day -- and the surprising thing about it, too, is that she belonged to our own Little Group of Advanced Thinkers -- she asked me: "Hermione, don't you just done on Rubaiyat's poetry?" For a moment I couldn't think who she meant at all. "He's not an American, is he?" I said. "Oh, no," she said, "he's some sort of an Oriental." "It isn't Rubaiyat you're thinking of, my dear," I told her. It's Rabindranath. Rabindranath Something-or-other, that new man -- he's wonderful, my dear, simply wonderful." And then she quoted some of it and -- the idea is too absurd for anything, but what do you sup- pose it was? Omar Khayyam -- imagine! And really, you know, it's been years since anybody quoted Omar Khayyam; he's QUITE gone out, you know! Even the question whether he was moral doesn't attract any attention any more. Although as far as that is concerned, the pure mind will get purity out of him and the impure mind will get impurity. Honi sit qui -- what is the rest of it? Oh, you know -- it's Latin -- what the Romans used to say about Caesar's wife and her continual suspicions. My, how a suspicious wife can handicap a man! But, of course, as women get more and more advanced, and know about the lives men lead, they are finding out that the suspicions were justified. Their intuitions told them so all the time. I have a lot of intuition myself -- the moment a man comes I judge him in spite of myself. First impressions always last with me, too. You know, I'm very psychic. Sometimes I am almost frightened when I think of the things my intuition would tell me if I al- lowed it to roam at will, so to speak, among my friends and acquaintances.