"Is that you, Starlight?" the medium asked. Two raps signified assent. "Are you happy, to-night?" Two more knocks.
"Starlight's always happy!" Vixley remarked aloud.
"Yes, she is a bright little thing," the medium assented. "She passed out when she was only twelve; they say she's very pretty. Are there any spirits with you, Starlight?"
Two more raps.
"Who's there—Wampum?"
Two raps were given with terrific force. Everybody laughed.
"Wampum's feeling pretty good, to-night," said Vixley.
"Anybody else?" Flora asked.
Yes, some one else.
"Who? Is it Mr. Torkins?"