Mary enjoyed with real happiness the weekly or fortnightly visit to Meherabad Hill with Baba, where she immediately felt at one with Baba's women disciples. After her return to London from Nasik in 1937, she wrote Baba:

"We think lovingly and with hearts full of gratitude that we were allowed to be with Thee and experience and see so much. I am afraid I made many mistakes and fell much short of what should have been but Thy love pardons all, though the mistakes, alas, cannot be rectified nor the opportunities come again."

Will wrote of his visit to India:

"The opportunity to live with Baba in India and meet his devotees there and watch his work so closely has brought me nearer to the inner object of his work for me to realize and experience the Divine Love which he ever radiates. That love which he forever pours forth to all is beyond words to convey and involves complete surrender of all else, so that no obstacle may remain to impede the outflow of his Grace."

Mary, very soon after meeting Baba, had an almost prophetic insight into their future work. It was after a visit of Baba to the West in December, 1932 when we were staying at the Knightsbridge Hotel in London. She related how Baba, one evening just before leaving us, stood before her and suddenly became very tall in stature and from his eyes poured forth the Divine Love—"I was bathed in it. I knew intuitively it was not for me and sought anxiously for the interpretation of the wonderful experience. The words came clearly into my consciousness—'Feed my sheep!'"

This was no easy task as they had no car and it meant in and out of buses, in and out of subways and miles on foot. You never asked Will in vain. You never received the answer—"It is too far "—"I am too old"—"There is no time." He and Mary never failed to do Baba's work. Yes, “Feed my sheep"—how true of the purpose of their life in Baba—and to Will, Baba's voice was ever the voice of the Great Shepherd. One touching incident comes to mind. A dear friend of ours and one who had met Baba in the very early years found himself in prison. Will went frequently to visit him, bringing along books on Baba as asked for. When he was free to come out, who was there to meet the lad at the gate but Will, with that welcoming smile, carrying a brown paper parcel in which was a new suit. The receiver was so touched, remarking here was the true Christian spirit.

I will relate an incident from Delia's diary that she recalls took place during the Second World War. She writes: