the shop to find out why they had not obeyed. You can see how fortunate a thought it was that made me retrace my steps as I, at least, knew their whereabouts! I rang up and was informed that the party of Indians were still there Ghani came to the phone and then Kenneth Ross. None knew of the five o'clock order and so had not disobeyed. They left as soon as they could and returned to explain to Baba that none but Chanji, who had gone to Cook's in Ludgate Circus, had heard the return order. Perhaps Baba gave the order to Chanji only?

An interesting evening, though a very rushed one, was spent at the House of Commons. G. Lansbury was to have come with the Foulds to see Baba at Lancaster Gate but was too busy. However, he sent tickets for us to go to the House of Commons. It was not easy to persuade Baba to go, as it meant the party being separated since only half or less could go. Eight P.M. came, then 9 P.M., and still Baba hesitated. At last, we left by taxi. It was a wonderful evening. We arrived at the entrance and the policeman looked at us as we entered the big hall. Parliament was sitting and, as the gallery was full, we sat down to wait our turn. Baba became restless and said that we would go but, at that moment, the policeman in charge said there was room for three, so three went in. Baba signed his name in the visitor's book and said this was the first time he had been in such a building or signed his name.*

After leaving Baba at the National Gallery, we then drove to St. Martin's Church where I hoped to hear of a suitable boy, "the perfect boy", for Baba. It was Thursday and the last day we had for finding such a boy. We had been looking ever since our first day in Lugano. (The Indian Mandali had been looking for years in India.) I had already written and explained what I wanted and was to meet the secretary. He was out, so I descended to the crypt which was being prepared for its nightly visitors. This was supervised by a stern but very efficient middle-aged lady in a blue uniform. A little later, crowds of men of all ages came in. After half an hour, the secretary arrived and I explained my search. She rang up a hostel on the south side of the river and explained what I wanted and I spoke to the Warden my-self. Yes, he had a boy of 15, very anxious to do anything, and to go to the U.S.A. I asked if the boy could come at once and the Warden replied he could, in an hour, as he was in bed but could be gotten up. I went back to the crypt and rang up Lancaster Gate to let Baba know — it might be the right lad. Margaret answered the phone. Dr. Ghani came and said that Baba was very tired this evening and had sent the rest to bed. He thought it best not to disturb Baba but to ask the boy to come the next morning. Here was a dilemma —what to do with the boy when he came to the steps of St. Martins? I again rang up the Warden and explained. He was most understanding. I saw the boy to the station for his return to the hostel and

[*The book no longer exists that Baba signed His name in. The House of Commons suggested that the building that housed it was destroyed in the Blitz.  webmaster-11-14-04]