| editor, The Modern Review, Vol-22 (1917)
“ She hardened her face and said: "My child, you are not a baby. The vulgar loudness of your behaviour won't suit our family." The moral which Mrinmayi learnt from these words was, that she must find some more suitable place for herself,—and she became invisible that very afternoon. They went on vainly searching for her till her friend Rakhal played the traitor, and revealed her hiding place in a deserted, broken down wooden chariot once used for taking out the image of the god for an airing. After this, the atmosphere of her mother-in-law's home became intolerably hot. ”
