It was not easy for us, who had lived such independent lives, to be suddenly obeying a sheaf of orders. Baba's orders—yes—but not anyone else's! And, when rightly or wrongly we felt at times that even some of Baba's orders had been prompted by one of the group—well! this was enough for a clash of temperaments. For example: we were all asked by Baba to write "Our Impressions." These were to be typed, if possible. Nadine T., I recall, had no typewriter, suggested to Baba that I could type hers. Baba agreed and asked me and I said "Yes, of course." Delighted, I began full of enthusiasm and worked them in with my own—and then, Nadine's "Impressions" seemed never to end! Each day there were more pages of hand-written material with a slight Russian idiom! I was getting impatient and probably made some unkind remark to which Nadine replied so sweetly, "But Baba said you were to type them." A small stupid thing, but moods did not always improve under such tests. Just a slight murmur, but indicative of deeper murmurings—for on December 31st, Baba called us all together and began:

"I have left things in N's charge regarding food and general management. To have complete harmony amongst you all, four points should be kept in mind: