“And now, Tum, my dear boy,” she turned to the boy musician. “You give us a goodnight lullaby, and we shall be off to pleasant dreams.”
A half hour later Miss Mabee and Florence sat before the fire. Florence had just told of her experience as a crystal-gazer.
“You were day-dreaming, my dear,” Miss Mabee laughed lightly. “Had you been looking dreamily at a spot of light or a blank wall, you would have seen the same thing. You are fond of the wide out-of-doors and our bits of American wilderness. Day-dreaming is our most wonderful indoor sport. Were it not for our day-dreams, there are many who would go quite mad in these troublous times. But when life is too hard, off we drift on our magic carpet of dreams, and all is well.”
CHAPTER X
A VOODOO PRIESTESS
When Florence and June Travis arrived at the home of Marianna Christophe, the voodoo priestess, next afternoon, they met with a surprise. The surprise was not in the building—it was unpretentious enough, a long, low building with a pink front. The surprise came when they found several large and shiny automobiles parked along the curb before the door.
“Our visit is off,” Florence sighed. “Must be a funeral or something.”
“But I have an appointment at four o’clock!” June protested.
“Oh, well, we’ll see.” Florence lifted an ancient brass knocker and let it fall.
Instantly the door flew open and a brownish young lady with white and rolling eyes peered out.
“I have an appointment,” June Travis said timidly.