"What danger?"
"I can't tell. That shell of yours which holds your wicked soul is stretched out as flat as a pancake."
"How does that happen?"
"I can't tell, drat ye! But it won't happen if you don't let It come into the house."
"What is It?"
Granny listened for a moment. "A voice says that you're not to know."
"But how can I guard myself, if I'm not to know," protested Theodore in a vexed tone. "What is the use of warning me, unless the remedy's suggested?"
Granny shook her weird old head. "There's innocence against you, and Them as works for you can't get over."
"Get over what?"
"The barrier of innocence. Don't ask me more questions for the mist is hiding all." She handed back his ring. "What I get plainly is: Don't let It come into the house."