She has a great work to do for me in the future. She must come down to East Challacombe with Kitty on Tuesday."

Now came the hour to start — it was still dark enough to see the stars. It was Sunday, September 13th. In the back seat of the rented limousine sat Baba, Meredith, Ali; on the two folding seats sat my brother and Chanji. In front, separated by a glass partition, were Rustom and the driver. Luggage, lunch, parcels and bedding were tucked in every angle and place we could find. Baba smiled at me, standing on the sidewalk alongside the car, and shook hands. I was to follow with Zilla three days later. I said, "Only two things have I always desired; increased capacity to love and increased opportunities for service." I added as an afterthought, "and yes, spontaneous goodness." Baba said only, "You will have both of these in a few days." He shook hands again. Zilla, now awake, had rushed to the window upstairs and waved her hand, so did Jenny (age 6) and her mother, May.

Then came to those of us left behind the usual reaction. We sat down and made fresh tea; it was still only 7 A.M. Margaret and I were still aglow, enthusiastic and full of surprise at all we had seen and heard.

My sister responded differently. Did she see into the distant future, maybe? She burst out crying and said, "Why should Zilla be taken from me? Is she to lose all her youth? To have no gay time or dances or the like? I won't have Baba taking her from me. Here I am, only two more weeks with her before I leave for Canada and leave her in England for two years and now Baba wants to have her with him." Margaret and I fully understood and sympathized and said "Of course, she must not go to East Challacombe unless you, her mother, wish it." May felt relieved. Little did she know that she herself would in a day or so be only too anxious for her daughter to go — more than the child herself.

On their journey down to East Challacombe, part of the rime Meredith sat talking to Baba about the coming war, the spiritual planes, and his happiness at being reunited with his Master. One of Baba 's followers explained to us why Baba never indicated the spiritual position of his followers. Even should they be advanced on the planes, the distance they still have to travel was so great that they would be disheartened. (My brother told me he felt cramped and sleepy and did not hear much!) Then Baba said he had spiritual work to do. He covered his head with the "turban" and from beneath the rug one could see his fingers and hands moving and making signs.

At Bath, Somerset, Baba and Meredith visited a friend, Dr. Whitby, at