They returned from the medium's to find the young people sitting round the hospitable Crane fireside. It was mid March and the weather still allowed of the cheerful open fire.
Carlotta was there and Shelby, and Blair and Thorpe, with Julie, of course, made up the little party.
"The most marvelous yet!" Benjamin Crane exclaimed, as he drew near the fire. "Julie, dear, if you don't want to hear, run away, for I must tell about it."
But Julie stayed, and her parents told the story.
It seemed the medium had promised them something very definite by way of proof, and she had certainly kept her promise.
The materialization of Peter had taken place, and, as the spirit form slowly dissolved and faded from their view, there was left behind, lying on the table, an object that had not been there before.
It was a tobacco pouch, old and worn, and bearing Peter's initials.
Julie looked at it with horror-stricken eyes, as her father produced it from his pocket.
"Why," she gasped, "it's the one I gave him on his birthday."
"Not really!" cried Shelby, and both he and Blair leaned eagerly forward to look.