“Twenty.”
“How many children has she?”
“Three.”
“Did she have more?”
“Two died.”
“How old is this one?”
“Five or six months.”
“Wouldn’t she prefer to wait until this baby is strong and well before she has any more?”
The woman had no opportunity to answer. The whole flock moved up. “I do! We do! Has this lady something like that? That’s what we want!”
The medical officer was genuinely astonished. “I must tell this to her Highness.” When I myself saw the Maharani for the second time she spoke far more favorably of birth control.