He was begging. Baba sat down beside him and took his hand and told us to give him alms — a shilling, I think. Baba said he was a good man and that he knew him well.

Baba always loves some kind of exercise and so we procured a ping pong table from a neighborhood house. This the hotel staff put on the landing outside our rooms. Here we all played frequently any hour of the day. Dr. Ghani gave Baba the best game. We also had the gramophone and Margaret Craske, at Baba's request, would improvise a dance for him on the spot — in the corridor of the hotel. The staff was kind to us, but they must have thought us a strange party.

Before we had our own ping pong table, we used to go to another hotel and play there. Baba enjoyed this too, but he played one day with a professional who wanted to keep score, etc. This did not please Baba. He plays when he wants to work, doing the two simultaneously, hence scoring to him is valueless. The quicker the game, the better for his work, but scoring is a hindrance. The evenings were spent at the cinemas or any show that was going. One of the best shows and most enjoyed by Baba and the boys was a troupe of Spanish dancers. They had seen nothing like it in India and were most interested. We all sat in a box and Baba stayed to the very end — then we taxied home.] [text in the Awakener ended at 'nothing'. Missing sentences were added from “Love Alone Prevails” by Kitty Davy, 1981, page 58.]

Another little upset again this night. Baba and the boys arrived downstairs too late after dinner to take the bus so that, to get to the performance on time, we had to order two taxis. This seemed an unnecessary expense, but nothing was said on the way there. Baba knew all that was in our minds and, of course, asked what was the matter and all had to come out. He had, no doubt, caused this little incident to happen to reach certain among us detachment from money, and to realize there can be no waste when it is spent in love for Baba. But Baba forgives us our failings every time, and one feels so mean.

Another interesting day was spent at Mt. Generoso, on the snow, actually. From this height we were able to look down on three lakes, Lugano, Como, and Lucerne A beautiful spot. We left by boat about 9 A.M. from our hotel taking lunch with us. It was a perfect day. It would seem to us that it was just by accident that we took that boat, but wait and see. It was no accident, but fate! On a bench opposite sat an old Swiss laborer, tall, well-built, homely, and in workman's clothes. He sat opposite Baba for about an hour. He left the boat at a little harbor on the lake, en route. As he left the boat and on landing, he turned around and smiled at Baba, and then almost danced along the road. Later Baba asked us all if we had remarked anything about this man. Some said they had observed how he kept looking at Baba and Baba at him, and that he tapped in a peculiar way with his stick on the ground. Then Baba