At Delia's first private interview, Baba told her, "It is not chance that brought you here."
Zilla Cluse's eight-year-old sister Virginia (Jenny) told her Aunt Kitty with childlike innocence, "I would have liked to kiss and hug Baba these past days, but his mustache comes in the way. I love Baba, but I don't like his mustache."
Kitty informed Baba about this and he made Jenny sit by his side. The girl received much attention from Baba.
Once he asked her, "Should I trim my mustache?"
She replied that he should. Thereafter he did have his mustache trimmed.
Years later during the 1960s, Jenny Cluse described her first meeting with Baba:
It is as vivid today as it was over 30 years back. Baba told me to sit perfectly still in front of him for one minute and he held the watch in front of him. I was not to speak. When the time was up and he told me to go, I didn't want to and started to cry. His wonderful eyes and their expression — I have never forgotten.
Because it was Sunday, Zilla was allowed to be brought from her school to spend the afternoon with Baba. Games and gramophone records were enjoyed by all. Quentin came again that afternoon, and although Baba had announced he would not meet visitors that day, he made an exception for Quentin, who was a charming individual, and met with him for half an hour.
On Monday, 28 September 1931, Baba asked Kitty's mother Helena if there were anything she would like to ask him. "How should I address you?" she asked. "As Lord Baba?" Baba smiled and indicated that was fine. Mrs. Davy then said, "I am the secretary of a charitable institution which provides shelter to the poor, destitute and elderly. I try to serve them and be of help."
"Very good," Baba gestured. "Continue that work."
"I wish those at the shelter could meet you and receive your blessings," she said.
"If they were to see me, it would be to their great benefit. I would make them understand."
"But they are unable to come here; they are quite old and many of them are feeble." Baba then surprised her by indicating that he would go to see them. "Would you really?" asked Mrs. Davy. "But some are deaf and dumb. It will be hard to make them listen and understand what you wish to explain."