steal gently to the woodhouse of the dairy and be with a few of us. Occasionally all sat together in the sitting room with Baba, whilst Meredith read his poems aloud.

Often Baba would summon Meredith, Rustom, Chanji and my brother and discuss plans to visit America. He spoke of the great work to do there, — Jean and Malcolm Schloss, Norina Matchabelli, Elizabeth Patterson, Mary and Jo Ross and many others of the early group all to be contacted. Milo Shattuck had already been sent back to the U.S. — via London — early in September to make preparations for Baba's coming.

While these discussions went on, little Ali would stand at the window, tap his fingers on the sills and watch the flies as they buzzed against the panes. He loved Baba very much, was close to Baba and his occasional moods were nothing but what we all have felt at times ― brought on by a little jealousy of those who likewise had to be drawn close to Baba. His love for Baba was deep.

After lunch Baba suggested some exercise outdoors. We climbed up the green amphitheatre that surrounded the house (from there Baba saw the wonderful view of the British Channel and the Atlantic Ocean for the first time) along the broken paths that threaded the steep cliffs and then down to the beach with Margaret Starr, Meredith and a few others. While it rained, we sat under the lee of some rocks listening to the waves and to Margaret Starr’s canticle, "Millions and millions of Baba. In each wave is Baba, beautiful Baba." Wrote one, "Her love for Baba and this simple song always moved me."

On the morning of the 16th, Baba again saw many of those staying at East Challacombe — not a gathering of all together downstairs in the sitting room as I think Baba would have liked — but each alone in his room upstairs with Meredith standing by.

Baba had told my brother Herbert the previous evening that he should keep close to him throughout the following day — his last day. At 6:30 A.M. Baba called him up to his room and for an hour gave him instructions about his life in China. "I will take you out of all this," said Baba. My brother was not certain what Baba meant but thought he referred to Maya. Not once, but many times Baba told him, "Don't worry, don't worry, leave it all to me." Baba gave him the pink "turban" he had worn on the boat and during the last four days, also an orange to eat on the train. Herbert wrote me later that he ate the skin as well!

On Wednesday afternoon, Baba took a few of us, Meredith, Chanji, Ali, Herbert, Zilla and myself, down to the beach. We played cricket. How