Almost as soon as we were airborne, Baba left His seat by Eruch and greeted each and every one of us individually with a loving pat or smile. He was gay and in a light-hearted mood and so were we. He began His favorite "pastime;" tossing us sweets—tiny white peppermints. The stranger among us, intrigued, inquired about Baba's identity, as did the stewardess, and Don Stevens gave her a Baba pamphlet. By some mix-up, our plane was not the first-class one for which we had reservations, and the advertised breakfast turned out to be a stale bun and coffee, but it was all part of the fun.

After Richmond, Va., the weather cleared and we arrived at Wilmington, N. C., in blinding Southern sunlight, to be greeted by the rest of our party, whose plane was first class and had arrived first. Baba and several others left in the station wagon for Myrtle Beach, driven by Harry Hartshorne, Elizabeth's nephew, who had come in from Wisconsin for Baba's stay at Meher Center. A soft-spoken Southerner questioned us about Baba; on learning He was a spiritual leader, offered to drive some of us to Myrtle Beach. Dr. Hayman and Dr. Harry Kenmore, the blind doctor who was one of our party, took advantage of his kind offer. The Delavignes took Elizabeth Patterson and others with them, and the rest of us entered the air-conditioned chartered bus for the hour's drive to Myrtle Beach through the flat coastal Carolina landscape.

On the bus, someone told us that at the airport, when a young man was introduced to Him as a farmer, Baba said, "I am a farmer, too. I till the Universe."

Baba's car entered the Meher Center from the Briarcliffe entrance. At the gate to greet Him were Kitty Davy, who had spent twenty years in India with the Master but the last four years at Myrtle Beach; Frank Eaton, caretaker of the Center; as well as the De Longs, Troebels, and others from Florida. Baba raised His right hand, and with a beaming smile, returned the welcome of the little group. He beckoned Kitty into His car and they were driven on to Baba's house on the bluff overlooking Long Lake. The other cars and the bus following behind continued down the highway and entered at the main gate.

Baba stepped on to the porch and gave a quick glance to the right at the vista of lake and ocean beyond glimmering through the tall trees, and to the left at the new porch swing put out for Him, and then walked into the