"Not there! How can she speak to him if he's no there?"
"She thinks he is there. He—he comes on a horse."
"What is the horse like?"
"There is no horse."
"But you said—"
"She just thinks there is a horse. She hears it."
"Do you ever hear it?"
"No."
The girl was looking imploringly into Tommy's face as if begging it to say that these things need not terrify her, but what he wanted was information.
"What does the Painted Lady do," he asked, "when she thinks she hears the horse?"