Margaret later wrote to Chanji:
Once having met Baba, it seems that the whole of one's life had been leading up to that minute and that even up to that minute he had been guiding us to go through fogs, clouds and storms safely so that we could meet him. That first meeting with him caused time to stop. It was just as if nothing else had ever happened and nothing else would ever happen.
What wonders the Master's glance could perform! This highly respected dance teacher was from that moment drawn to her Beloved and remained at his feet forever.
Kitty's room had been prepared for Baba's use, and within minutes of settling in the Davys' house, Baba took off the uncomfortable English attire he had worn while traveling to London and donned his usual white sadra. Baba and his companions were served a lunch of rice, vegetables and fruit. Baba called Kitty and Margaret up to his room and gave each a grape, explaining to them the significance of his prasad.
He looked tenderly at Margaret and said, "It was your love that brought me here [to England]."
He told Margaret she must come to Devonshire, that she was "of his circle." Margaret, at first, protested that she had a dance school to run, but Baba insisted.
Kitty noticed a small hole in Baba's sadra and wanted to mend it, but she felt too shy to mention it.
Pointing to the tear, Baba remarked to her, "My robe is torn, so you should sew it. You are lucky to have this opportunity to serve me. It is the beginning of further service you will have to do for me."
The Emperor in torn clothing! What irony; but his beauty lies here. He who is infinitely rich and the possessor of untold wealth, delights in wearing worn clothes. It means that he who needs nothing and is fully perfect always bestows his treasure on others, and herein lies his glory.
At first, Kitty and the others felt shy before Baba, but what was there to feel shy of? They had taken their seat in the "train" and were eager to travel; but while traveling one also needs to eat. Having Kitty sew the sadra was, in fact, Baba serving "food" to her. It was his love. There was no need to feel ashamed of one's deepest longings. Kitty understood, for the Emperor's glance made her grasp things, and while she stitched the sadra, a boundless joy filled her heart.