stay, probably for one year. It was now spring, a beautiful season in England, with daffodils, primroses and violets in the hedgerow; "young lambs a'crying in the meadows; the surge of the sea, and the sea gulls' mournful cries as they flew over the mist-swept hills."

Many of us returned after the Easter holiday to our work in London and elsewhere — taking with us the constant thought of Baba. "In the early morning, in the train to work, in the lunch interval, in the hospital chapel, I used to meditate on Baba," wrote one. A few searched for additional houses around London that might serve as another retreat for Baba's work.

Three months later, in July, Herbert and I returned for a second time to East Challacombe for part of the summer vacation. On July 17th, while we were there, a cable came from Karachi, saying that Baba (who was not expected until two years later) would come to England now. His cable said, "Love calls me to the West. Make preparations." We in Eng­land, Meredith said, must put up the money for Baba and his companions' journey. This we happily did. We were all thrilled at the prospect of seeing Baba himself. Meredith was radiant with joy.

In the meantime, my brother was making his future plans. In fact, he had come to East Challacombe in July to meditate and make the final decision of whether or not to accept a very well-paid post under the League of Nations as a Professor of English Literature in China. He decided to apply and on August 18th was accepted by the League of Nations and was due to leave early in September. He went into the hospital for a minor nose operation and it seemed as if he would have to leave before Baba ever arrived — a bitter disappointment. However, he told the League he could not leave the first week of September as they asked.

During August, Baba's sailing was repeatedly postponed. After many delays we heard that the party was leaving on the S.S. Rajputana and would arrive at Marseilles on September 12th.

Meredith informed all those who had previously visited East Challacombe and who had heard about Baba through his many inspiring talks and explanations, all of which had helped prepare us for our first meeting with so wonderful a personality.

Meredith planned that he and my brother should go to Marseilles and meet the boat (there was to be no publicity of any kind), and that Baba and party should stay one night in my parents' home in Kensington, London, and go down the following day to the retreat.