A friend of mine — she’s gone from this world now — in New York City, many, many years ago, I told a story similar to this tonight, and sitting in my audience, she said, well, now I’m going to test this, and in the silence she embraced a huge bouquet of roses. She lived in the towers, the Waldorf Astoria. So when she went home that night, as she went down the hallway towards her room, she detected a strong odor of roses, and she stopped at one door, thinking it might be there — it was permeating the entire hallway. She kept on going, and it got stronger and stronger, and when she opened her door, there were three dozen long Beauties on her bureau. The window was open just a little bit, and it came, bringing the odor through into the hallway. There was no note on it, but here were these lovely roses. The next day she was informed how it happened. That night, the English-Speaking Union gave a party for the present Queen’s mother, who was Queen Elizabeth, but not queen in the true sense of the word — she was George’s wife, she was queen while he reigned. And they had these enormous flowers arranged for the occasion, and at the end of the banquet — a thousand of them sat at this dinner — they wondered what to do with the roses, and their head waiter said, well, Mrs. Niemeyer loves flowers, especially roses, send three dozen up to her room, you either throw them away or find some way to use them wisely. And so Mrs. Niemeyer was given three dozen of these Beauties, which she certainly did not expect. But she thought she would try it, and she embraced it, in her mind’s eye, and she could smell the roses, and then came three dozen Beauties into her room.1223 ¶11