"Florence!" I said, "why did you come to me last night in a green riding habit?"
"I did not come to you last night, mother! It was my sister Eva."
"Good heavens!" I exclaimed, "is anything wrong with her?"
"No! she is quite well."
"How could she come to me then?"
"She did not come in reality, but her thoughts were much with you, and so you saw her spirit clairvoyantly."
My daughter Eva, who was on the stage, was at that time fulfilling a stock engagement in Glasgow, and very much employed. I had not heard from her for a fortnight, which was a most unusual occurrence, and I had begun to feel uneasy. This vision made me more so, and I wrote at once to ask her if all was as it should be. Her answer was to this effect: "I am so sorry I have had no time to write to you this week, but I have been so awfully busy. We play 'The Colleen Bawn' here next week, and I have had to get my dress ready for 'Anne Chute.' It's so effective. I wish you could see it. A green habit slashed with orange, and a grey felt hat with a long green feather and a big gold buckle. I tried it on the other night, and it looked so nice, etc., etc."
Well, my darling girl had had her wish, and I had seen it.