On this occasion it was to be an explanation about planes and how we get from the sixth to the seventh plane. He used his hat to explain this to us all and went on explaining 'till we understood.

When this explanation was over, his mood changed to a gay, jolly one and we all rushed outside and down the valley and up the opposite hill. It was a real climb and we helped each other up in a line, Baba leading us. Then back to the little inn. Here we had tea and waited for the train to return at five. This was a red letter day for us all; but on the homeward journey some got moody and jealous because, I suppose, they thought Baba had shown more attention to others. This is so with love that is not yet perfect: it is subject to jealousy. Baba understands, and on this trip he lectured us so my times on that subject. He had to increase our love for him and sometimes one of his ways of doing this seems to be to make us jealous of one another. It seems strange for Perfect Love to have to use these methods, but it is so and the results are increased love for Him. Bur here again, as has been said, "Baba has a different way with each." This was his way with those on this particular trip. On other occasions I did not notice this particular treatment.

Baba seemed a little restless at Lugano. The weather was cold and wet and it was suggested to him that we leave two days earlier, going on to Paris, or returning to spend two days in the mountains. Baba eventually decided on Paris. The next morning came the news that the French President had been shot. Baba called all in and spoke for some time in Hindustani to the boys and after this, to us in English. His agents, he said, were working quickly and he would have to arrange one of two things. Either there would be a world war or he could take on the suffering himself and avoid such a catastrophe, and then there would only be minor troubles among the nations. He would let us know the next day. Some felt upset to think of their beloved Baba having to stiller for the world in this manner. Some wept on the spot; others were drawn to ask that they might share in this suffering, to which Baba replied we all would do this if we were working for him.

He had already told us that he would be very ill for two weeks before speaking; they arranged for July 1932 in the U.S.A., and this was to mean more suffering. Suffering physically seems to be a preliminary with Baba before some special mission. His figure changes; his stomach extends. This I have witnessed on two different occasions. After the work is done, the figure takes on its normal proportions.

Enid Corfe rang up from Milan, anxious to come over to Lugano for the weekend. Baba hesitated on two grounds. First, he was already planning to leave earlier and spend the weekend in Paris (although not definitely), and secondly, he felt it would further upset a very difficult atmosphere. Baba was already turning his