“Oh, nuts!” Myra snapped. “Why shouldn’t I enjoy myself,” and she very cautiously pushed herself away from the bed.
She immediately rose in the air in a sitting position and then she overbalanced and turned upside down. Her feet shot up towards the ceiling and she hung suspended a few feet from the floor.
“Help!” she cried. “What am I going to do now?”
Ansell went to her rescue and got her straightened out. After a little balancing, she managed to float, lying full length.
“This is rather fun,” she said. “But it’s an effort to keep straight. Pull my feet down, Doc, I want to see if I can walk.”
“I can’t and won’t stand it,” Bogle said, closing his eyes and screwing up his fists.
“You shut up!” Ansell said, pushing Myra’s feet down and helping her upright. “She’s doing very well.”
Myra took a few hesitating steps and managed to cross the room some three feet above the floor. It was a shocking sight and I could hardly bring myself to watch her.
“I think I’d prefer to lie out,” she said, drawing up her feet and stretching out.
“I’ll give you a push,” Doc said and he did so, sending her floating across the room where she bumped gently against the wall. She was like a toy balloon and she bounced off the wall and came floating back to me. I reached out and dragged her back on the bed.