retired to our cabins, or walked about the beautiful grounds.

One of the mandali came by and gave two of us Baba's clothes to wash—a precious privilege. In each place where Baba stayed on the tour, He gave this opportunity to a few devotees, both men and women. Jean Shaw, who washed His clothes in New York, said Baba asked her, "Do you know why I give you these?" She answered, "Because you love me." He nodded. As I washed the pink silk hand-made jacket and the white batiste sadra and hung them not on the line under the trees, they seemed to radiate pure love and light. I had the feeling the clothes were really cleansing me! We stayed up late that night to have them dry and freshly ironed for Baba in the morning.

Wednesday, July 25th

As usual, Baba's car arrived early in the morning, before 7, in the compound outside the Guest House, where He ate His breakfast of tea and toast. While we all were at breakfast in the dining hall, about 7:30 Baba came in to greet us, hugging each one . . . the most wonderful start to any day in the world!

The mandali remained outside, with Eruch carrying Baba's jacket precisely folded over one arm. Then Baba, outside again, called a few over to "talk" to them while the rest of us lingered not far away—a scene that was repeated over and over again during the days that followed. I doubt if there was one of us who did not make the most of these precious minutes of sahavas―or His "divine company"; which turned out to be sticking as close to Baba as He would permit all day long, even if it meant being on one's feet for hours at a time.

Those from outside the Center arrived around 8 o'clock. The private interviews with the Master in the little "Interview Cabin" near by were to begin at 9, but as usual Baba speeded things up. All morning long, while the group sat or stood about outside, newcomers and devotees of old were called inside to be alone with the Master. For, strange to say, even though there was always one of the mandali present to interpret Baba's gestures, one felt that one was actually alone with Him. That is often one's impression, too, though the room may be full of people besides Baba.

On this day many from Lake Wales and St. Petersburg, Florida, Georgia, North Carolina and other parts of the South were meeting Him for the first time, in the same small cabin, with Baba reclining on the very same blue divan, where so many met Him in 1952.