"Oh no, you don't think—I mean, could it?"
"We shall soon see." The doctor revolved a number of dials and studied the single bulb in the center of the box. It did not flicker. He removed handles from Mary's head.
"Dear me," the doctor said, "dear me. Your daughter is perfectly sane, Mrs. Cuberle."
"Well, then what is it?"
"Perhaps she is lying. We haven't completely eliminated that factor as yet; it slips into certain organisms."
More tests. More machines and more negative results.
Mary pushed her foot in a circle on the floor. When the doctor put his hands to her shoulders, she looked up pleasantly.
"Little girl," said the handsome man, "do you actually mean to tell us that you prefer that body?"
"Yes sir."
"May I ask why."