"Well, you see, Mrs. Stapleton thinks that they really are souls from the other world, and that they can tell us all kinds of things about it all, and what's true, and so on."
"But you don't believe that?"
Maggie turned her large eyes on the old lady; and a spark of humor rose and glimmered in them.
"Of course I don't," she said.
"Then how do you explain it?"
"I think it's probably all a fraud. But I really don't know. It doesn't seem to me to matter much—"
"But if it should be true?"
Maggie raised her eyebrows, smiling.
"Dear auntie, do put it out of your head. How can it possibly be true?"
Mrs. Baxter set her lips in as much severity as she could.