“If Mr. White tried you once, I am quite certain a second trial would be unnecessary, Stacy,” retorted Emma.
“Wow!” muttered Stacy.
“If my Hippy says it is all right I am satisfied,” spoke up Nora Wingate, giving Hippy a playful pat as he passed her.
“How demonstrate?” wondered Hippy. “Is this another of your fads? You have been ‘concentrating,’ ‘reading nature,’ and doing goodness knows how many other crazy things, on several recent journeys.”
“Mine is not a fad, Hippy,” replied Emma with dignity. “What you call ‘fads’ are simply demonstrations of Truth.”
“Such as Arline Thayer put over on you last year,” chuckled Stacy Brown, to which Miss Dean deigned no reply.
“It is too bad that poor Arline’s health will not permit her being with us this year,” murmured Grace.
“Demonstrating,” resumed Emma thoughtfully, “is to breathe in harmony, permitting no inharmonious thoughts to enter your being.”
“Meaning what?” persisted Hippy Wingate teasingly.
“Meaning, sir, that if you will think hard in the right way, believing with all your might that certain things will come out as you wish them to, you will find that they will.”