"Would the table tip towards the medium indicated?"
It could not be done.
"Should somebody call over the names of all mediums present, and would
the table tip at the right one?"
Ah, that was it!
"I suppose you and I have no share in this Gift Enterprise," whispered
Colonel Prowley.
"Order! order!" shouted Miss Turligood, glancing in our direction with
great severity. "This general conversation cannot be permitted. We are
about to have a most interesting manifestation.--Pocahontas, do you wish
me to call over the names?"
Pocahontas did not object.
"Very well, then, you will tip when I come to the name of the medium
through whom you consent to kiss Miss Sarah Branly?"
Pocahontas certainly would.
"Is it Mrs. Colfodder?"
No reply.
"Is it I, Eugenia Turligood?"
No, it certainly was not.
"Well, then, I suppose it must be Mr. Stellato!"
Here the table was violently convulsed, as if somebody were pulling it
very hard upon Mr. Stellato's side, and somebody else holding it with
rigid firmness upon the other.
"_Is_ it Mr. Stellato?"
Convulsion repeated.
"I don't think you stopped long enough at Mrs. Colfodder's name,"
interposed Miss Branly. "I am sure the table was going to move, if you
had given it time."
"Nothing easier than to try again," responded Miss Turligood.
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