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.