of the closed door was wrapped around with a cloth; a hint, I felt, that the saint desired privacy. As I stood irresolutely on the landing, the door was opened by the master’s welcoming hand. I knelt at his holy feet. In a playful mood, I wore a solemn mask over my face, hiding the divine elation.
“Sir, I have come-very early, I confess!-for your message. Did the Beloved Mother say anything about me?”
“Mischievous little sir!”
of the closed door was wrapped around with a cloth; a hint, I felt, that the saint desired privacy. As I stood irresolutely on the landing, the door was opened by the master’s welcoming hand. I knelt at his holy feet. In a playful mood, I wore a solemn mask over my face, hiding the divine elation.
“Sir, I have come-very early, I confess!-for your message. Did the Beloved Mother say anything about me?”
“Mischievous little sir!”
