Lionel came (I think at Raymond's request) and sat at the table with us. It was determined to edge itself close to the piano, though we said we must pull it back, and did so. But it would go there, and thumped Barbie, who was playing the piano, in time to the music. Alec took one of the black satin cushions and held it against her as a buffer. The table continued to bang, and made a little hole in the cushion. It then edged itself along the floor, where for a minute or two it could make a sound on the boards beyond the carpet. Then it seemed to be feeling about with one foot (it has three). It found a corner of the skirting board, where it could lodge one foot about 6 inches from the ground. It then raised the other three level with it, in the air; and this it did many times, seeming delighted with its new trick. It then laid itself down on the ground, and we asked if we should help it and lift it up, but it banged a NO on the floor, and raised itself a little several times without having the strength to get up. It lifted itself quite a foot from the ground, and was again asked if we might not lift it, but it again banged once for NO. But Lionel then said:-- LIONEL.--Well, Pat, my hand is in a most uncomfortable position; won't you let me put the table up? It at once banged three times for YES. So we raised it. I then said:-- M. F. A. L.--Raymond, I want to ask you a question as a test: What is the name of the sphere on which you are living? [I did this, because others beside Raymond have said, through Mrs. Leonard, that they were living on the third sphere, and that it was called 'Summerland,' so I thought it might be an idea of the medium's.[26] I don't much like these 'sphere' messages, and don't know whether they mean anything; but I assume that 'sphere' may mean condition, or state of development.] We took the alphabet, and the answer came at once:-- SUMMERRLODGE. We asked, after the second R, if there was not some mistake; and again when O came, instead of the A we had expected for 'Summerland.' But he said No. So we went on, though I thought it was hopelessly wrong, and ceased to follow. I felt sure it was mere muddle. So my surprise was the greater when the note-taker read out, 'Summer R. Lodge,' and I found he had signed his name to it, to show, I suppose, that it was his own statement, and not Feda's. [Lorna reports that the impression made upon them was that Raymond knew they had been expecting one ending, and that he was amused at having succeeded in giving them another. They enjoyed the joke together, and the table shook as if laughing.] We talked to him a little after this, and Alec and Noël put their hands on the table, and we said good night.