“Now don’t get up in the air,” Ansell said hastily.
I suppose it was the association of ideas. I don’t really know, but thinking about it afterwards, I guess that was what it was. Myra left the ground.
It was an unnerving sight. One minute she was sitting on the bed and the next she was sitting on nothing, about three feet above the bed.
The most astonished person in the room was Myra herself. “Now, see what you’ve done,” she said in alarm, “Don’t stare at me, do something.”
But we all just sat and stared.
“I don’t think I’ll be able to stand a great deal more of this,” I finally jerked out. “Will you calm down, Myra, and stop messing around?”
The first initial shock over, Myra reached for the bed rail and anchored herself. Then she pulled herself back to the bed. She settled on the bed with the lightness and instability of a thistle down.
“Levitation,” Ansell said. “It’ll pass off if you don’t excite yourself.”
“It’s rather fun,” Myra said, still looking a little scared. “Would any of you mind if I cast off?”
“Don’t do it,” Bogle pleaded. “Please don’t do it.”