To keep us quiet, Baba would take us into the garden beyond the fence or upstairs to his sitting room. Here he would converse with the help of his alphabet board, answering our simple questions. Or, he would suggest quiet games like checkers or carrom, a game played on a board. For this game, Kenneth Ross and Rustom made a board in the wood-hut in the garden. They knew the ways of their Master and that he did not want always to be serious with us. Whatever Baba wanted, the boys would move heaven and earth to procure. Unless it were Margaret Craske, I do not think the rest of us realized at this time how much humor Baba has. He is humor itself. We were all too serious and yes, heavy, and Baba took us as we were. Why, Meredith did not even approve of games when it was not meditation time!! However we changed as the years went by — spirituality and life became one. A happy game at times, at other times a struggle.
Wednesday evening as the sun was setting, Baba sat for nearly three hours with us, from 7 P.M. to 10 P.M., at the bottom of the garden. Quoting from my brothers diary, "The sunset colours were dying. The moon and stars came out. Margaret Starr was crying for love, not sadness. Kitty and Zilla were by me as I sat at Baba's feet. Margaret would remark from time to time that it was Baba's sky, Baba's moon, Baba's stars. She would say a few lines of poetry. In those early days Baba would frequently ask us, by signs, what we were thinking of. Of course he knew, but we always had to tell him. He would do this three times in five minutes. We felt very near to him. All was so quiet and peaceful under the stars. We held his hand sometimes. When he felt we had had enough, he would get up, say good-night, and tell us all to go to bed and sleep well."
On Thursday morning, the 17th, my brother left East Challacombe for London. Baba, with Zilla, Meredith and myself, went down the lane to see him off. At the bottom of the lane we stopped. Baba said good-bye to Herbert and Meredith went with him on to the station. Baba and the rest of us, including the Watsons from America, returned to the ashram. In a short while my brother was flying across the English Channel, closer to China but physically further from Baba, just at a time when everything was happening. Before he reached Suez, the wireless reported that England had gone off the gold standard and war was breaking out between China and Japan.
I felt I wanted to be alone so I went to the top of the hill from which we had climbed down to the beach, and lay on the grass for an hour or more till the rain came. I felt a little sorrowful for Herbert and I were