"Girls!" she exclaimed, "I've seen a vision, a most extraordinary and peculiar sight! You wouldn't believe what it was! I happened to be at the bottom of the garden, and in that quiet path behind the laundry I actually saw Janie Henderson tearing up and down, as if she were doing the last spurt of a Marathon."
"Janie Henderson! Impossible!" cried everybody.
"Just what I said. I rubbed my eyes, and came to the conclusion that I'd been overstudying, and must be suffering from a delusion. Do I look queer?"
"Not in the least; your cheeks are as red as peonies."
"Well, my eyesight must be defective, then, for I certainly thought I saw her."
"You've been dreaming!"
"It's about as likely as seeing Miss Cavendish performing with a skipping rope."
"Yes, it's absurd on the face of it. It must have been somebody else."
"A case of mistaken identity."
"There are heaps of girls the same height, and with long, light hair."