When she reappeared, she was met by Meherji who said, "Where have you been? Why did you go swimming! Baba is perturbed, He was going to send a car to the beach for you! You better go to the Guest House and explain!" She met others of the mandali also looking for her. Dr. Nilu added, "Baba said, 'if you don't care enough about Me than to go swimming, then I will allow no one to go with Me to California.'

Naturally this had excited everyone, except Bili, because she knew she had obeyed orders. "When I arrived at the Guest House," she relates, "There was Baba looking amused, cool and unconcerned seated on the sofa. Around Him were Margaret Craske, Kitty. Elizabeth and others. I could see Baba had known where I was all along. He made me sit down next to Him and we had a wonderful 15 minutes together, all of us."

At 2:30, the two buses drew up for our planned trip to Brookgreen Gardens, the beautiful sculpture gardens near by. and the former plantation of Aaron Burr. Baba and the mandali with Kitty, left in a car chauffeured by Fred Winterfeldt. The second bus delayed to drop off the only non-Baba passenger and fell far behind. Baba then stopped His car and the first bus to wait for it. He got out and stretched His legs, then got in the front seat next to Fred. Fred, happy at so close to His Master, began to sing and hum songs as one of The mandali in the back seat had been humming Indian bhajans. He began to sing a strange song about Krishna and His charioteer, making up words and music. Baba, gesturing for him to continue, swayed in time with his impromptu tune.

After stopping once more to let the laggard bus catch up, we entered Brookgreen Gardens, and as usual, the rag-tag-and-bobtail procession followed behind Baba, who walked through the exquisite gardens at a rapid pace, between the stupendous moss-draped 300-year old live oaks. In the main office, a woman sketched in the history of the gardens, adding that some Indians had visited it last week and said it was more beautiful than the Taj Mahal, a remark we greeted with a ripple of laughter.

Baba then walked round the sculpture hall with its reflecting pool and out onto the lawn where two sedate, black-clad ministers gazed at this odd procession. For a second my funny-bone tickled me to go up to them and say, Yes, here He is again, followed by the same crowd of nobodies who love Him!"