his home while Rustom and my brother walked up the street in the sunshine , talking and listening to all the church bells. For lunch, they selected an open field and in the shelter of a wall they sat on rugs, cushions and ate green salad! Poor Baba who, on a car ride, loves to "nibble" puffed rice, nuts, potato chips and have the pleasure of personally handing out these tidbits with a twinkle and a smile to all in the car . . . as "prasad." Baba was very happy to see the English countryside. As they passed, Meredith explained the significance of Wells and Glastonbury.* Baba was very anxious to be at Combe Martin at the time arranged — 5 P.M. The driver miscalculated the distance and my brother tells how he spent the rest of the time looking for sign posts and urging the driver to go faster.

Quoting from my brother's account, "At 5:10 we descended the long steep hill that leads to Combe Martin. At the bottom of the muddy lane they were waiting for us, — Esther, Milo, Margaret Starr, Ann Powell, Kenneth Ross and Tom Sharpley. We distributed the parcels and walked together up the deep Devonshire lane and across the rising fields. Enid Corfe came later in the evening, bringing some of Baba's luggage from London. The house was full; — some stayed in the garden huts, others nearby in another farmhouse.

"A cold, stone-flagged, white-washed room — in olden times a dairy with a slate ledge running 'round, was allotted to Rustom and Chanji. They asked me to share it with them. Chanji had a comfortable camp bed. Rustom and I slept on hard wooden slats raised only three or four inches from the cold paving. We used to tease Chanji because he slept on a higher plane than we. (Meredith had a habit of grading people accord­ing to planes.) It was cold and damp, but we had great fun together.

"Already I felt as if they were long lost brothers to me. At night when we wanted to sleep, Chanji would sit cross-legged on his bed and write up his diary by candlelight. (But none ever saw that mythical diary.)

"Early morning there was a knock on the door and a rattling of the latch. Framed in the doorway stood Baba in his white robe. Rustom leapt out of bed and placed his head at Baba's feet and the others too. He sat on our untidy beds and talked to us with the board, while we put the coarse brown blankets around us. He asked me to tell him of my life. I did."

My brother continues, "Baba always gets up very early in the morning.

*Legend: Joseph of Arimathea visited England here, with a "small boy of great wisdom and illumination."