to Ceylon.) We stopped on the way at a dear tea house set far back from the road. Here we refreshed ourselves and Tod explained fully to Baba the situation at home — the rather tense feeling between Mr. Starr and Kimco over this visit of ten days in London. Tod was armed with numerous requests from Meredith to all of which Baba's answer was the same: "I remain seven days at '32' and two at Kim's. I am going to East Challacombe Monday, April 9th. "

We reached London about 7 P.M. and motored directly to 32 Russell Road. Baba found all assembled in the spare room upstairs. It was a very silent reunion — Baba sitting on the edge of a large bed, Kimco standing around at his feet, and the boys standing about watching. This was the first visit to the West for three of the boys. They had heard much of Baba's followers in the West and of their love and devotion, and now they were witnessing it. Then came supper, and as a treat Baba ate with all his Mandali, East and West, down in the dining room. Mother, too, was present and sat in the armchair by Baba's right side. I cannot recall what she said, but it called forth a beautiful smile from Baba and he took her hand. The room was full of flowers — large lilies, I remember—the gift of Kimco. My parents left the next day for Eastbourne.

Baba was to have slept in the spare room, but he preferred to use my room upstairs. It was quiet and was the room which he had occupied on his first visit in 1931. So, for the first night he slept upstairs on the third flour and after that with Adi in Mother's room — with the little red adjoining room for meals and interviews. This arrangement kept all the party from the East on the 2nd floor while we were up on the 3rd. Two of the boys slept out at Lancaster Gate, at the Fellowship Club, and came here daily.

One delightful day was spent at Penn, Kim's country house. How Baba loved the magnificent grounds — both cultivated and wooded. We all joined in a proper game of football, with Baba's side always winning. We also ran races. Baba was thoughtful, as though the place brought memories to him. Perhaps he was making plans for the future.

Then we entered the magnificent house and prepared for tea. The gardener had made a lovely wood fire in the ballroom. We all sat down on the floor (the house was unfurnished — ready for letting) and ate radishes and potato chips (favorites of Baba) and cake, tea, etc. After tea we explored the house and played hide and seek up and down the many stairs and passages. Baba hid and we had to find him. Then came the hour to return. A sad but happy party returned that night.

Another delightful day was spent at Kew Gardens, a few hours again at the British Museum (always a rush when with Baba), and an afternoon on the different