Wee stiffened perceptibly.
"Oh, how absurd, Sue—a mouse! Nobody is afraid of a mouse—really afraid—they're just so horrid, that's all. They're such squirmy things—ugh! No, what I mean is—I guess I'm not very clear, but I hardly know what fear is. I'm never afraid of being out nights—"
"I'm not either," Angela Dare said, "that is, not if my muse is along. I'm so absorbed—"
A laugh went round the room. Angela's muse was the signal for merriment.
"I think intuition is my long suit," Annabel Jackson said. "Sometimes it's perfectly uncanny. I can almost read people's thoughts and know what they are going to say and do."
"How?" Sue inquired.
"Oh, I don't know how. No one can account for those things."
"I thought you might help Mary Boyd—she's short on intuition—just at present."
"What's Mary done now?" a half dozen voices inquired.
Sue laughed.