(_Sotto voce._--No, Yaymond, you can't have two. No, Feda doesn't understand.) Is it possible, he says, that he has got another brother--one that didn't live at all? O. J. L.--Yes, it is possible. But he says, no earth life at all! That's what's strange. I've seen some one that I am told is a brother, but I can't be expected to recognise him, can I? I feel somehow closer to Lily than I do to that one. By and by I will get to know him, I dare say. I'm told that I am doing very well in the short time I have been here. Taking to it--what he say?--duck to water, he say. O. J. L.--You know the earth is rolling along through space. How do you keep up with it? It doesn't seem like that to him. O. J. L.--No, I suppose not. Do you see the stars? Yes, he sees the stars. The stars seem like what they did, only he feels closer to them. Not really closer, but they look clearer; not appreciably closer, he says. O. J. L.--Are they grouped the same? Do you see the Great Bear, for instance? Oh, yes, he sees the Great Bear. And he sees the ch, ch, chariot, he says. O. J. L.--Do you mean Cassiopeia? Yes. [But I don't suppose he did.] There's one more mystery to him yet, it doesn't seem day and night quite by regular turns, like it did on the earth. O. J. L.--But I suppose you see the sun? Yes, he sees the sun; but it seems always about the same degree of warmth, he doesn't feel heat or cold where he is. The sun doesn't make him uncomfortably hot. That is not because the sun has lost its heat, but because he hasn't got the same body that sensed the heat. When he comes into contact with the earth plane, and is manifesting, then he feels a little cold or warm--at least he does when a medium is present--not when he comes in the ordinary way just to look round. When he sang last night, he felt cold for a minute or two. O. J. L.--Did he sing? Yes, he and Paulie had a scuffle. Paulie was singing first, and Yaymond thought he would like to sing too, so he chipped in at the end. He sang about three verses. It wasn't difficult, because there was a good deal of power there. Also nobody except Mrs. Kathie knew who he was, and so all eyes were not on him, and they were not expecting it, and that made it easier for him. He says it wasn't so difficult as keeping up a conversation; he just took the organs there, and materialised his own voice in her throat. He didn't find it very difficult, he hadn't got to think of anything, or collect his ideas; there was an easy flow of words, and he just sang. And I _did_ sing, he says; I thought I'd nearly killed the medium. She hadn't any voice at all after. When he heard himself that he had really got it, he had to let go. Raised the roof, he says, and he _did_ enjoy it! (Here Feda gave an amused chuckle with a jump and a squeak.) He was just practising there, Yaymond says. At first he thought it wouldn't be easy.