“Let’s go,” she pleaded.
Penny shook her head.
A woman dressed in blue silk glided down the aisle, stopping beside the girls. She held a tray upon which were a number of objects, an opal ring, a knife, and several pins.
“Dearie,” she said to Penny, “if you would care to have a message from a departed soul, place a trinket in this collection. Any personal object. Our leader will then exhort the spirit to appear.”
“No, thank you,” replied Louise, without giving her chum a chance to speak.
“Perhaps, you would prefer a private reading,” the woman murmured. “I give them at my home, and the fee is trivial. Only a dollar.”
“Thank you, no,” Louise repeated firmly. “I’m not interested.”
The woman shrugged and moved on down the aisle, pausing beside an elderly man to whom she addressed herself.
“Lou, why did you discourage her?” Penny whispered. “We might have learned something.”
“I’ve learned quite enough. I’m leaving.”