did we learn just how Baba had eluded the cameramen's grasp by our early arrival.

Meanwhile, on the lawn of Ivy Duce's home at 3201 Woodland Drive, the Master was warmly greeted by a group of Washington Sufis. The walk was lined with white and with gold chrysanthemums, the Sufi color. Baba, as is His custom, went all over the house, including the kitchen, where He greeted the servants preparing dinner. He liked the house very much and queried Ivy, "Why do you move away from here?" Charmian Duce showed Baba her wedding dress and He touched and blessed it. He also chose a few rare shells from the collection Dorothea Foote had laid out for Him, from her own, to take back to India together with our shells from Myrtle Beach. He retired to a smaller room to rest and a little later, to give private interviews. Almost 200 people came to take Baba's darshan, including the Education Attaché from the Indian Embassy. The Washington followers of Dr. Khanna, disciple of Sant Kirpal Singh, saw Baba separately, and received a message from Him.

Several fine photographs were taken of Baba and the mandali in front of the fireplace. Baba was also interviewed by the press: The News, The Evening Star and the Washington Post.

Afterwards, a delicious dinner was served to Baba, the mandali and the group, about eighteen in all. Ivy had wished to invite all of us but Baba had vetoed this as too much for her. Yet she spent, as she said, the most hectic five hours of her life anyway—climaxed by Baba finding a bone in His fish, about which He teased her! The rest of us meanwhile were circling Washington. Later, Baba told Dana Field: "While you were riding around, I worked!" (through us).

In the thronged, crowded Washington airport we waited for the Beloved to return. Suddenly an inexplicable thrill goes down your spine and you know He is there! Sure enough, around 9:30 we found Him, looking rather tired after such a strenuous day. We clustered around Him, some of us sitting on our luggage, as He asked how we had spent the hours of separation. He asked a few what they had had for dinner, and when Beryl answered "pot roast," it came out more like "cock roach," and she had to repeat her menu, much to the Beloved's amusement, for Meherji and Joe Harb.

Our plane left at 10:30. Christine Weiss appeared at the very last