Another story of a similar nature…here is a lady whose profession in this world was a lady of the evening. There are all professions in the world. In New York City this lady came to all of my meetings, and I ran into her on 73rd and Broadway. She lived at the Ansonia. She said to me, “You now, Neville, the strangest thing happened. You told me that I could have anything that I wanted by simply imagining it.” I said, “Yes I do. I still teach that.” She said, “You know, I saw a beautiful hat in the window and it was”—in those days you could buy a hat for $3.50-$4.00, but this was $18.00—she said, “I stood before the window, I imagined that hat on my head, and then I walked up Broadway. As I came back, I would not look into the window to become disillusioned to see the same hat there, so I walked by as though I had the hat on my head. Then when I went home I took off the hat without looking into the mirror and put it up as though I took off that hat that I saw in the window. It was my hat now. Well, the next morning when I got up the old hat is still there, and so I wore that hat for maybe a week or ten days. Then a friend called me and asked me to come and see her, she wanted to see me; so I called on my friend and during the conversation she said, ‘Pardon me a moment.’ She goes into her room and brings out the hat and she said, ‘You know, Ann, this hat I bought…I must have been insane when I bought it, I wouldn’t wear it to a dogfight. Yet, strangely enough, I think it would look lovely on you,’ and brings out not a hat but the hat,” the very hat she saw in that window. Something possessed this lady to buy it; she buys it, takes it home and keeps it for eight-ten days and calls up the one person, and says, “I think it would look lovely on you.” So she gets the hat.384 ¶25