Baba saw each inmate separately in their little rooms, blessed each and said he would help them. To one old man deaf, blind and in bed because he had had a fall three months previously, he said, "At night take a glass of warm water, and as you drink it recall the feel of my hand on yours and you will be better." This same old man was well enough later to leave his bed. He has since passed on. One inmate was a Roman Catholic and she, having faith in saints, seemed to realize more than the others that Baba was a holy man and a Saint. To her Baba gave a rose petal to keep under her pillow. When Baba returned, he told me he had enjoyed this visit to the home — one of the most enjoyable things he had done in the West.
Another occasion Baba visited Margaret Craske's dancing school and watched an advanced class Margaret was teaching. Harold T. and Mary S. were in the class and later were introduced to Baba. Baba told Margaret then and repeatedly afterwards, "Your dancing is mine." This statement she did not then understand — not until many years later. After the class, Baba went on to dine with some Indian friends.
We come now to our last evening. All were sad — our first parting from the Beloved. Baba seemed sad too. His face seemed full of compassion. Some felt tearful — and the tears came. Although Baba was going to the States and had spoken of calling us on his return, still we did not want him to leave us.
After supper together, we spent the last hour playing Paul Robeson's records. Then Baba sent us off to bed to be up early the next morning. Margaret Starr arrived from East Challacombe at 4 P.M. Baba had sent for her — a big surprise. She had time with Baba and he asked her to pack for him.
An hour later, my young niece Jenny, aged seven, began complaining of a throbbing knee. I had heard mention of it a day or so earlier but now she began to cry. What to do? I went upstairs, told Baba, and he came down to see her. (Already, see how in the slightest emergency one turns to Baba. He was at no time, not even in the very first days, a stranger.) Jenny was not as friendly or as close to Baba as her sister Zilla.
Baba told her to put a warm cloth over the knee infection — as hot as she could bear — and in the morning she would be all right. She was to take an aspirin from him. This she fought against but eventually after Baba had gone upstairs, she took it from me.
She slept till morning and felt no further pain, but the swelling remained. She was returning that same morning by boat to Canada whilst