"Let it stay at that, Kit. Some time it may be—and now come on,—if you like we'll try the Ouija."
The session was interesting. Carly never, in any circumstances, pushed or guided the board in the very least,—nor did she ever sit with any one whom she suspected of doing so. But with her friends in whom she had perfect confidence, or with acquaintances who, she knew were eagerly wanting to learn, not anxious to tell, she often tried the uncanny thing.
Lightly they rested their finger-tips on the little wooden heart, and after a short wait it began to move.
At Carly's questions, replies came that there was a spirit present and that it was Peter Boots.
Neither of the inquirers was surprised at this, for they had fully expected it. Moreover, both had watched most closely the other's muscles and fingers and wrists, and each was positive the messages, whatever their source, were not the result of human deceit.
After some preliminary talk, Carly said, "You put the questions, Kit."
So Shelby said, "Peter, you know Blair's gone?"
"Yes," returned the board.
"Have you seen him—or I mean, is he with you—in spirit?"
"Yes" came the answer.