"Of course not."
"Try again."
"Nothing," she said, and the pith ball did not budge.
"Now watch this," I said, and popped the little ball into my mouth. "Feel for it," I insisted, pushing it into one cheek where it did not interfere with my speech.
She closed her eyes. "Where is it?" she demanded. "Did you swallow it, Lefty?"
"I either swallowed it or I kept it in my mouth," I said. "Feel for it!"
"There!" she gasped. "It's in your mouth!"
I rolled the piece of pith on to the top surface of my tongue and opened my mouth so that she could see it. "Agh!" I said, pointing at my tongue. I gestured again, and her face paled as the little ball left my tongue and floated in the air before my face. Suddenly her lift broke and it fell wetly onto my hand, in my lap.
I leaned over, put an arm around behind her neck and kissed her. It was a most sedate embrace. "There," I said, "that performance alone will get you into the Lodge. Now do you believe you're a TK?"
She gave a little shriek. A ladylike "Eek!"