but he felt all on fire, and had to leave Goa at once, although he had intended to stay some months; he was going to the north, he told her.

"Baba explained that as Elizabeth had been the first to meet him, she was also the last. He left Goa that day as Baba said he would."

Then there was the time Baba took us all to Jaipur, one of the finest and most picturesque cities in India. During our stay there, Baba was in seclusion and away part of the time, so we did not see much of him. We were all under strict rules. We ate once a day only, got up at 5:30 a.m., meditated and sang bhajans; and because of the tigers, had to go to bed and lock the doors at 7 p.m. Baba, anticipating perhaps what might happen during his absence, gave us another order before he left—that all should try to be in good mood, happy, without tears, cross words or unkind thoughts and to this order each had to put their signature. All tried very hard to keep their word and what helped was that the other party was always making the same, if not greater effort, so that each met the other with a smile as though there were nothing wrong. Thus, said Baba, we were helping him most during his absence of twenty days.

I recall the day we went with Baba to Amber Palace, the old palace of the Maharajas of Jaipur. One of the annual festivities was in progress and in the courtyard were many decorated elephants and many cars of the guests. There was also a council meeting and everything was ready for the reception of the Viceroy. When we arrived with our pass, the order was "No visitors," with or without passes, because the Maharaj was in residence and the Viceroy was arriving shortly. We had to wait while our guide from the hotel telephoned headquarters. Baba, for some reason, meant for us to see the inside of the palace—and so we did finally—through the back gate. The crowning incident of the day, however, was a far more important meeting than all the pageantry we saw. On the way to the palace, Baba had us get out of the car, cross the road, and walk up to a platform or parapet from which we had a wonderful view of the palace. Baba was very quiet. As usual he was looking around, but not in the direction of the palace, as if expecting to see someone. A moment later, he motioned us all to look to the right, up the lane on the opposite side of the road, leading into the woods. There we saw a half-naked figure. Baba explained to us he was a saint and the spiritual chargeman of Jaipur. Then at once Baba returned to the car, and we continued our journey to the palace, Baba now in quite a different