BEVERLY ANNE was born March 17, 1934. She came to parents who lived across the hall from me, two clean, whole some youngsters. When I discovered that there was to be a baby and realized that the young mother to be was somewhat bewildered and frightened at the prospect though she wanted the child, I took her under my wing—her own family living in Kansas—and, together we built up a happy expectancy about the arrival.

The day mother and child came home from the hospital, Beverly cried forlornly most of the day. She would look all around her, and the numerous faces she saw—for there were many admiring friends and relatives about—seemed to frighten her. When I came home from my office that night, I, too, had to see the baby. As soon as she saw me, she smiled and held out her little hand. I gave her my finger which she clutched tightly, and she kept smiling at me a few seconds, then went to sleep. Her Daddy thought it was a great joke, and told me I was hired then and there as nurse maid. From that time on she seemed to know and welcome me and we became great pals.

As soon as she was named I wrote her numeroscope, which revealed that she was an unusual child. The mother was delighted with it and I explained that I believed Beverly was an old soul come here for some special mission, and because of that both parents should try very hard to understand her, as it was likely that she could teach them many things. I suggested that they guard against any display of parental authority even when they felt it was their right; that they should rule her firmly but with love and should guide rather than dictate. This was very hard for Helen, the mother, to grasp at first.

The baby was held to a schedule as to meals and sleeping, and she seemed to fall into line very readily and naturally in those matters. She early displayed a tendency to temper and wilfulness, though later seemed to be more a sureness of what she wanted and needed, which often proved to be wiser than her mother’s judgment.

I became very much attached to her and scarcely a day passed that I did not go in for a play with her or to see her prepared