One morning in 1950, when Mrs. Mary Johnson of Stanishaw, Portsmouth, Hants, was lying in bed after her husband had gone to work, she had a very strong feeling that she was being watched. She turned her eyes to the fireplace, and there on the big old-fashioned mantelpiece stood a little man wearing a green cap and suit. His face was quite brown, and he appeared to be very old. She experienced no surprise at seeing him, but what did surprise her was his height of two feet, for he was much taller than she had imagined a gnome to be. He gave her a really wide grin, and she said “Hello” to him; then he vanished. “At least,” she explained, “I could see him no longer, but felt sure he was still there. He had been visible for perhaps three to four seconds.” As in the case of some of the other contributors, Mrs. Johnson said she was at that time feeling “extremely happy”, and she thinks that is why she saw him. Marjorie Johnson, Seeing Fairies