replied, “Mother, I know many things I have never told you, because you could not understand.” Which is only too true.

The other day the writer saw Tommy, our little friend of the August article and asked him how he was getting along with his mind, whether it was becoming a good servant. He replied, “Its behaving pretty well, but it slipped a little today, for it is trying to tell me I am getting a cold. I have been so busy playing I haven’t payed much attention. But I’ll take care of it. That cold is not in my nose, it is in my mind, but it will be gone tomorrow.” And it was. In the morning there was not a sign of it left. Tommy is now nine. He is one of the fortunate ones who have parents who understand and work with their souls.

Little Freddy Bartholomew of Movie fame was also one of the fortunate ones, for he had an Aunt whom he called Cis who thoroughly understood him, according to his statement quoted in the November Screenland, as follows:

“You may not believe this, but Cis and I can talk to each other without saying any words. There was once on the stage a time I’ll always remember. I had a speech to say, and for some reason I hadn’t rehearsed it with Cis. And about a quarter of it I knew, and the rest I couldn’t remember. The words went right out of my head, and then I looked at Cis who was standing in the wings, and the words came running right back in again. Queer, isn’t it?

“D’you know what I do? There’s a game I like to play sometimes, which consists of my saying to Cis: ‘Let’s think about someone we both know, but not very well.’ And Cis thinks, and suddenly in the middle of my head, about a quarter-way down, there forms a hazy little pink square, and inside the square I see the person she’s thinking about.

“You can laugh if you like, but it’s absolutely true. Well, it may not work out every time, but you must admit that it does at least once in ten—or d’you think twenty would be fairer?

“One time she was reading in the Bible, about Jesus being God’s only begotten Son. After reading, she said: ‘It’s far too difficult for you, darling.’ But it wasn’t so very difficult after all, because she explained it first. One thing I couldn’t understand