It's surprising how many people come up to me, he says, and shake me by the hand, and speak to me. I don't know them from Adam. (_Sotto voce_.--Adam, he say.) But they are doing me honour here, and some of them are such fine men. He doesn't know them, but they all seem to be interested in you, and they say, "Oh, are you his son?--how-do-you-do?" Feda is losing control. O. J. L.--Well, good-bye, Raymond, then, and God bless you. God bless _you_. I do so want you to know that I am very happy. And bless them all. My love to you. I can't tell what I feel, but you can guess. It's difficult to put into words. My love to all. God bless you and everybody. Good-bye, father. O. J. L.--Good-bye, Raymond. Good-bye, Feda. (Feda here gave a jerk, and a 'good-bye.') Love to her what 'longs to you, and to Lionel. Feda knows what your name is, 'Soliver,' yes. (Another squeak.) (_Sitting ended 8.20 p.m._) The conclusion of sittings is seldom of an evidential character, and by most people would not be recorded; but occasionally it may be best to quote one completely, just as a specimen of what may be called the 'manner' of a sitting. [Footnote 22: Alec had had a sitting with Peters, not with Mrs. Leonard.] [Footnote 23: I confess that I think that Feda may have got a great deal of this, perhaps all of it, from people who have read or written some of the books referred to in my introductory remarks. But inasmuch as her other utterances are often evidential, I feel that I have no right to pick and choose; _especially as I know nothing about it, one way or the other_.] [Footnote 24: Some of this Feda talk is at least humorous.] [Footnote 25: have not yet traced the source of all this supposed information.] CHAPTER XVII K. K. AUTOMATIC WRITING On 17 December 1915, I was talking to Mrs. Kennedy when her hand began to write, and I had a short conversation which may be worth reporting:-- I have been here such a long time, please tell father I am here--Raymond. O. J. L.--My boy! Dear father! Father, it was difficult to say all one felt, but now I don't care. I love you. I love you intensely. Father, please speak to me. O. J. L.--I recognise it, Raymond. Have you anything to say for the folk at home? I have been there to-day; I spoke to mother. I don't know if she heard me, but I rather think so. Please tell her this, and kiss her from me. O. J. L.--She had a rather vivid dream or vision of you one morning lately. I don't know if it was a dream. I feel sure she will see me, but I don't know, because I am so often near her that I can't say yes or no to any particular time. O. J. L.--Raymond, you know it is getting near Christmas now? I know. I shall be there; keep jolly or it hurts me horribly. Truly, I know it is difficult, but you _must_ know by now that I am so splendid. I shall never be one instant out of the house on Christmas Day. (Pause.)