"Can't you help me, then?"
"Oh, I've got to go now, they're calling to me. So good-by." Another wriggle and Madam Spoll was herself again.
"Well, what did you get?" she asked when she recovered.
"Why, don't you know?"
"No more'n a babe unborn," she said. "I was in a dead trance, and I never remember anything that happens. I hope little Eva didn't tease you any."
"Who is the other one—Luella?"
"Why, she's an Indian princess that passed out about ten years back. She's got a great gift of diagnosing cases. She's helped my sitters a good deal."
"She told me something about my trouble."
"You mean about the gray-haired lady or the child?"
"Oh, no, about my leg!"