rose He playfully fell with His full weight on Fred. He then stretched out a hand to John Bass, as if to shake hands with him, and then instead slapped him on the back. John had just returned from Baba's errand—to get sodas for us all, but none were sold in the gardens. Baba then called Tex over and tried on the new sandals Tex had spent many hours in making for the Master. He had just been sanding them on the sidewalk to make them softer. Eruch fitted a sandal on one foot of Baba's and Adi one on the other. Baba was pleased with them and promised Tex He would alternate in wearing the new sandals with His old ones.

Swiftly we marched back to the waiting buses. Meanwhile, Kitty had asked Baba if He would like all the party—those from town as well—to return to camp for supper as the meeting would be at 8. Baba said yes, although Kitty added she wasn't sure if there were food enough, so on the return trip she asked Mrs. Delavigne to purchase extra provisions. Meanwhile John, overhearing only part of the conversation, about the food, announced to the rest of the party that the invitation was cancelled. Of course this upset Kitty when only the "regulars" turned up for supper, as she knew Baba had wanted all to have supper together. Baba had said He was very happy that afternoon with us at the gardens.

Baba called a few of us into the interview cabin after supper, saying He had some "happy news" for us. He had "engaged" Charmian Duce and Jay Corrinet to be married. saying He knew "the past, the present and the future," and what was best. He said they should be married in September or October. The story of how Baba aided this romantic match is a charming one, with its beginnings in India when Charmian, then only 18 years old, first met Baba and He promised to help her find the right one to marry.

Another meeting, to settle some misunderstandings between the Sufi group and the Monday Night group (so-called because, in New York, we always meet on Monday night), had been set for around 7. Baba surprised everyone by being there well ahead of time, and some of us, following our own "stick to Baba" policy, were lucky to sit beside Him quietly as dusk sifted through the tall pines outside. Baba's face, in the half-light, glowed with that ethereal, divine beauty that remains forever etched on one's heart. Every line, every shadow, every movement, seem to proclaim and flame His divinity. He gestured to us silently: