"Oh, sir, he is!" said Ruth. "He sent me a note asking me to talk to him, on the porch, from our house at just five o'clock, and I did. Mother fell on the stairs just as I began to talk so I told him about it."
"Do you mean," said her father, "that your voice carried from this house to his, nearly a mile away?"
"Oh, no, sir! Cyrus doesn't have to hear your voice, always. He has a special way of knowing things."
"A special way of knowing things?"
Ruth nodded.
"What do you mean, Ruth? What things?"
"Things you don't say."
"But you did say to him that your mother had an accident."
"Yes, sir; but he didn't have to hear it. He gets it some other way." She added, with a smile: "He doesn't get it through his ears."
"Then how does he get it?"