"Well, they're—why, they're psychics! That's what they are."
"Patty, you're an irresistible little goose!" and Mrs. Farrington bent down to kiss the pretty, flushed face, and then laughingly declared she had no more time to waste on psychics, and trailed away.
"Now, tell us all about it, Patsy," said Elise. "I shan't let you get up till you do."
"There's not much to tell, Elise; but I liked to learn about the things they were talking about and so I stayed later than I should have. But since your mother is so lovely about it, I don't care what any one else says."
"Oh, pshaw,—your staying late,—that was nothing. But what did they do over there so interesting? I can't see any sense in their talk."
"I can't see much myself, and that's why I want to learn. I'm awfully ignorant of higher ethics,—and—things like that."
"Higher ethics? H—m. Is it sort of Uplift ideas?"
"No, not that exactly."
"Fudge, you don't know what it is, 'exactly,' and between you and me, I don't think you have the glimmer of a ghost of an idea what it is all about! Now, have you?"
"If I had, I couldn't make you understand! You're antagonistic. You have to be receptive and responsive and——"