spelled out on his board: “I heard so much about you both from Elizabeth, Norina, Donkin, Margaret and I heard you from within, that I feel very happy that at last I have seen you . . . When you know Baba you will love me like a little child. I am a child, a grown-up man. I love humor. I live to tease and work hard here at various places whilst talking to you now. Do you love Baba honestly?"

"Yes, Baba!" both replied.

"What can I do for you?” asked Adele.

"What more can you do for the Beloved!—I want love, nothing else! Love Me, and let God love us. That is what I want. When you love Baba, God will love you, and God's loving means everything. So Baba is very happy. One who really is the humblest of the humble is the greatest of the great. But it has to be in all honesty, in all truth . . . so let us love, love, love; all else is illusion. So Adele and Filis, what more can you do if you really love Me?”

Baba as always wants to give our love some activity, some service, so he told both to be ready to tell him next day the story of some well-known saint. How nervous Adele was. She selected St. Peter. Such a simple story but how difficult it appeared at that moment—perhaps because we were all sitting around. She stumbled, she repeated herself. Baba helped her out and if I remember correctly gave her a similar task for the following afternoon. Today, all that shyness and self-consciousness has gone, and in the interval to date she has found her way to serve Baba by becoming a fully trained nurse, and is now working with handicapped children in a New York hospital. Nursing is very dear to Baba's heart, When Meher Ashram was closed down in 1949, three or four were sent by Baba to train as hospital nurses, doctors and teachers.

How did Baba spend the days at the Center in 1952—his first visit to Myrtle Beach? Baba walked over each morning around five a.m. from his house at the far end of the Lake to the Guest House where he breakfasted—just tea and cereal. Before seven a.m. he would be seen literally racing down the path to the bridge, crossing the Lagoon, up the steps to the main dining room; he would look around to see all were present, send for the absentees and then sitting just inside the doorway discuss various details of the moment whilst we finished eating. Then with the women only he went for a brisk walk to the beach along the lower path by the lake, returning by the upper road. I recall Baba made me always walk ahead with a stick. We never saw a snake on these walks! On the beach, Baba walked