"You saw your mother, who was dead!"
"I never think of Mother as dead. Yes, I saw Mother standing between me and the dog. She never looked at me; she looked at the dog. And the dog saw her."
"I never heard such a tale in all my life."
"The dog saw her. He stopped of a sudden, turned, and went back—howling. And I howled, too. Mother turned as the dog turned, and give me one beautiful look. Then she went."
Mrs. Yellam grasped the arms of her chair, still staring into Fancy's artless face. But no outburst of incredulity escaped from her as Fancy had feared it would. Her logical mind grappled with the facts as presented. She said, after a long pause:
"You thought you saw her."
"No. I did see her—plain as plain."
"But, Fancy dear, seeing as she died afore you was born, how did 'ee know 'twas she?"
"I'd seen Mother ever so often before."
"When and how?"