took on a dreamy, faraway look. He signalled for Doctor Kenmore to come over, and, as He had promised let the doctor feel His face. He took the doctor's two hands in His own and brought the heels of the palms down hard over His cheeks. Harry then freed his fingers so he could "palpate" the outlines of the divine Master's features.

Baba then called for Harold Rudd to play his tape recording of a poem he had composed, about the little Italian ice cream man who "looka like da Baba." We all sat together in the screen veranda while Harold played his tape. Baba's eyes were on Harold almost all the while. He seemed to enjoy the recital and embraced Harold warmly at the end. Outside, Mrs. Bahjejian also recited a poem to Him: "I will greet everyone/ Repeating Your Name incessantly / Baba, Baba, Baba!"

Will Belote then told Baba his joke about the little optimist and the little pessimist. Baba joined in the laughter. Those who were leaving the Center that day had a farewell embrace from the Master. Then Elizabeth drove Him to the Guest House for His lunch.

On the way over, Baba had the car stopped, and asked Adele, who was walking nearby, where was the pin for Mehera. and if any one had touched it. In New York, when Baba had told us it was Mehera whom "He loved most of all," the women had asked Baba if we might send her a gift, and He said yes. We had chosen a gold and pearl pin for her sari. Baba asked Adele to show it to all that day, but none should touch it. Now she said that I had touched it inadvertently, and Baba smiled, making a circle with His thumb and forefinger.

We did not see Baba again that day; He said we were all free to pack and get ready to leave. That evening I helped Kitty make sandwiches for everyone's lunch the next day, and thus I learned casually, that she was not returning to India with Baba as I had thought.

Around four in the afternoon, Adi drove up to the kitchen and asked for Peter Thibodeau, saying Baba wanted Peter to play ping-pong with Him. Luckily, Peter was still on duty outside the kitchen, and he almost jumped out of his skin in eagerness. For, on the day we all had gone through Baba's house, Peter had noticed a ping-pong table outside the house, and asked Baba if He would play with him. Baba had replied He had no time. Now came his chance! After Baba had won every game, Peter ruefully asked when He would be coming back to Myrtle Beach,