that I should be sent away. (Baba soon dispelled this idea: everyone may come to him.)

About 3 o'clock Herbert, who had been to Marseilles to meet him, telephoned to ask me to answer the door myself and see that everyone else kept out of sight until Baba had reached his room, — a little awkward in a house where I was a complete stranger, but everything arranged itself quite easily, and I opened the door to receive my first sight of Baba who was to become the centre of my life.

He was standing at the foot of the steps leading to the front door, dressed in a thin white gown, a short furry coat and a pink turban, and he was looking at the house very quietly. He passed in through the door and gave me a smile and then went up to Herbert's room which had been put aside for him. A few minutes afterwards Meredith fetched me to meet him. I was very nervous and did not know how I was to address him, but I went into the room and was completely won by the love which seemed to permeate his whole personality. He spelt out on the alphabet board the words "It was your love that brought me,” meaning, I suppose, that he came to satisfy the longing which those who had heard of him had to see him in the flesh. During that evening he asked me to go to Devonshire to be with him for a few days and it was arranged that I should join him there the following Sunday — which I did.

Of the four days which I spent there with him it is difficult to write. Kim Tolhurst and I were given permission to be with him as much as possible and the whole was invested with a dream-like quality of pure love, timelessness, and great beauty. On looking back to that first visit to East Challacombe, we see how nearly all of Baba's time and attention was given to a few, Herbert Davy for two days, Kitty and Zilla for three days, and now Kim Tolhurst and myself four days. Those four days were for me the most beautiful and radiant of all my times with Baba. It was as if the curtain had been drawn aside and then we were privileged to know and to feel from our hearts who Baba is. Nothing broke this feeling and during the whole two and one-half years since that time, I have not experienced anything quite like it. We have passed through trials and tests which have deepened our love and faith in Baba and there is more to go through yet, but nothing has perhaps given the exquisite beauty of those four days.

On the other hand, it was like the unthinking happiness of the child. We, his disciples, are growing up a little, under the treatment he has given us since and those first unclouded moments are a wonderful memory