"It stands to reason, Sal, that if Joanna had walked, you'd have done the same."
"In course I should," said Sally innocently. "Did I go off like Joanna?"
"I should say there wasn't a pin to choose between you." A cunning smile played about Sally's lips. "You put somethink on my face."
"Water, Sal, to bring you to."
"But somethink else," said Sally, with a slight shudder, "somethink that crept and frightened me."
"You see, Sally, you were so bad, and wanted such a deal of bringing to, that I had to take the water from my aquarium----"
"What's that?"
"You'll know by-and-bye. There's fish in it, and all sorts of things, and when I dipped the cup in, out came a water-beetle. There isn't a bit of harm in the little creatures, but they do creep! Now for the vision, Sally."
Sally puckered her eyebrows, and tightly interlaced her little fingers.
"It was dark and it was light," she slowly commenced. "Not both at once. That could hardly be--though we don't quite know what happens in trances."