“Winnie, place the table as usual. There, yes. Now let us arrange ourselves.”
The doctor sat down, still blinking, and with a great yawn inquired—
“Do we waw—haw—wa—w—want any particular information?”
“Let us first try whether they will communicate. We always want information,” said Miss Perfect. “William, sit you there; Winnie, there. I’ll take pencil and paper and record.”
All being prepared, fingers extended, company intent, Aunt Dinah propounded the first question—
“Is there any spirit present?”
There was a long wait and no rejoinder.
“Didn’t you hear something?” inquired the doctor.
William shook his head.
“I thought I felt it,” persisted the doctor. “What do you say, Ma’am?” addressing himself to Winnie, who looked, after her wont, towards her mistress for help.