“He takes too many chances,” Beth said soberly.
“Can you talk to her?” Norma asked.
“Tea Is Just What I Need,” Said Norma
“Oh, sure. Watch me.” Soon, with the television camera trained upon them, Beth’s hands were twisting themselves in all manners of strange forms.
“Tell her I’m here,” said Norma.
Again Beth’s hands talked across ten miles of black waters.
Then it was little Patsy’s time to talk. The words fairly flew from her nimble fingers.