"Oh, I'm so glad. I may have some psychic revelation here, then?"
"Oh yes," said William, judicially. "I shouldn't wonder."
"William, have you ever had one?"
"Well," said William, guardedly, "I dunno."
His mysterious manner threw her into a transport.
"Of course not to anyone. But to me—I'm one of the sympathetic! To me you may speak freely, William."
William, feeling that his ignorance could no longer be hidden by words, maintained a discreet silence.
"To me it shall be sacred, William. I will tell no one—not even your parents. I believe that children see—clouds of glory and all that," vaguely. "With your unstained childish vision——"
"I'm eleven," put in William indignantly.
"You see things that to the wise are sealed. Some manifestation, some spirit, some ghostly visitant——"