Peggy had a delightful way of seeing things that Alice could not see. She shut her eyes up and thought hard and then she opened them and looked at the opposite wall.
It seemed quite simple, but whenever Alice tried it she could see nothing. “Do you really see things, Peggy?” she once asked.
“I see them in my mind’s eye,” said Peggy.
“What do you see to-night, Peggy?” said Alice.
“I see two children, a boy and a girl; and they are picking red apples in our orchard.”
“In March?”
“It’s not March in my mind’s eye. They are beautiful, big, red apples. The girl is a little bigger than you and a little smaller than me, so she’s just right for both of us to play with, and her name is Matilda Ann.”
“I don’t think that is at all a pretty name.”
“I did not say it was a pretty name; I just said her name was Matilda Ann.”
“I hope it isn’t.”