heard a loud crash almost directly after getting to her room. We
considered possible causes, but could not discover that any one
was moving in the house. The servants had gone to bed some time
earlier, and we had put out the lights ourselves in the hall and
on the stairs.

_February 16th, Tuesday._--I had an experience this morning
which may have been purely subjective, but which should be
recorded. About 10 A.M. I was writing in the library, face to
light, back to fire. Mrs. W---- was in the room, and addressed
me once or twice; but I was aware of not being responsive, as I
was much occupied. I wrote on, and presently felt a distinct,
but gentle, push against my chair. I thought it was the dog and
looked down, but he was not there. I went on writing, and in a
few minutes felt a push, firm and decided, against myself which
moved me on my chair. I thought it was Mrs. W----, who, having
spoken and obtained no answer, was reminding me of her presence.
I looked backward with an exclamation--the room was empty. She
came in directly, and called my attention to the dog, who was
gazing intently from the hearthrug at the place where I had
expected (before) to see him.

As the day began with the above, and I had had a quiet rest, I
went to the copse at dusk. The moon was bright, and the twilight
lingered. We waited about in the avenue to let it get darker,
but it was still far from dark when we made our way up the
glen--Miss Moore, Miss Langton, and myself.

I saw "Ishbel" and "Marget" in the old spot across the burn.
"Ishbel" was on her knees in the attitude of weeping, "Marget"