Now when I closed a month ago on the 11th day of December I told a story of a little girl. A few of you were present, not all of you, so for the benefit of you who were not present let me state it again. She was then only 8 years old; she has recently had a birthday and undoubtedly, she is now 9, but she was then 8 when she wrote me this little letter. And she said in her letter to me if I can quote it correctly this is her letter, she said, “Dear Neville, guess what, you were in my dreams again. You took me on an airplane to France. And when we got off the airplane at the airport all the people yelled, ‘Neville, O Neville is here to see the King again’, and then when we got to the town they yelled the same thing. And I was frightened, and so I held your hand as tight as I could. And then you took me to this huge hall, and at the end of this hall there was a throne, and the throne reached to the ceiling. And the whole thing was covered with red velvet, and seated on the throne was the King, and he wore a crown and a red cape. And do you know what? He was you! So I looked back at you to see the resemblance; and do you know what? You began to fade; and when you faded the King said to me, ‘Come, come closer’. So I went to the King and I held this hand as tight as I held yours. But of course he was you! And do you know what? He faded too. But then I got home safely and that’s how the dream ended.” Then she signed her name Maylo, Maylo McAssey.264 ¶5