friend who had not heard of The North Node's failure, and picturing us as sweltering in the heat of a New York summer, had written to invite us to spend a week or two with him at his home in the country. In reply, I told him what had happened and what we were hoping to do, and asked if, instead of visiting him in the country, we might use his house in New York. He telegraphed permission. Soon we were in New York, and the books were out of storage, being sold. Within a few weeks we had enough to pay for our passage to England, and to take care of our initial expenses at the retreat. Nothing beyond that concerned us, and we reserved passage on the first available boat, cabling Meredith to advise him when we would arrive. On September 21st, Jean's birthday, a letter arrived enclosing a check for one hundred dollars. Again the donor was anonymous. Then the current of the stream which was sweeping us to England was suddenly and unexpectedly reversed. Came next a cable from Meredith: COMING AMERICA SOON. POSTPONE SAILING. WRITING.

We canceled our reservations, and awaited further word, feeling in the meantime, as if suspended in mid-air. Four or five days later came another cable: CAN WE STAY WITH YOU FOR A WEEK AT YOUR FRIENDS' HOME IN NEW YORK. The house where we were staying was large, but bulging with antiques, which had been gathered from all parts of the world, and guest accommodations were accordingly limited. We cabled to inquire how many "we" meant, and when they would arrive. "We," meant six, including Baba, we learned to our delight. They planned to arrive November sixth, to remain in America for a month, to stay with us for a week.

We knew that the house where we were staying would not accommodate six more, but decided we would get a place which would be adequate, using the funds which we gathered for our trip to England to entertain our visitors. We cabled to inquire whether they wanted to be in the city itself, or whether they would like it equally well, or better, in the country, within an hour from New York. They preferred the country.

We had lived at Harmon, thirty miles up the Hudson River from New York, several years before, and knew that our landlady, Margaret Mayo, owned a number of attractive homes in that vicinity, among them a large stone house above the Croton River. Jean wrote to ask if any were available, telling briefly of the guests whom we were expecting. Miss Mayo telephoned immediately upon receipt of the letter, saying that she understood the nature of the visit and offering, as her contribution, the use of the large stone house above the Croton River.

We went to inspect it; discovered that the house, although large, had not been arranged to accommodate many people. We were expecting, by this time, not only the six from abroad, but Mary Antin and her daughter, Jo Grabau, Max and Lillian Wardall, Cath Gardner and Alice Green, and perhaps Rudhyar, all of whom wanted to be with us to help us to welcome Baba.

But nothing daunted Miss Mayo. She would arrange the house to accommodate fourteen. She set her crew of men to work at once upon the alterations. We moved in to help to get it ready. Mary Antin came with us.

Baba was in England by now, and, whether Meredith was so preoccupied that he neglected to advise us, or whether he felt that we would understand without advice, there had still been no indication that Baba wished to meet anyone besides our immediate group. However, Meredith had said that Baba was planning to visit other cities, and we felt that he might want to meet other people who were spiritually inclined, so we cabled to say that we would be glad to arrange contacts for him. Meredith replied that Baba would meet anyone who was humble and sincere in his quest for truth.

We had a list of the names and addresses of five thousand people throughout the country, with whom, through The North Node, we had been in active contact. We