I can't help thinking that Lady Enid--you
know, my astral ancestress, who's always with me--is peculiarly powerful
to-night. D'you notice anything?"
"Watch out for it, mother!" cried Mr. Moses. "See if it's got the lump."
Eureka fixed her heavy eyes on Miss Minerva and swayed her thin body to
and fro in as panther-like a manner as she could manage.
"Mother's after it," continued Mr. Moses, twitching his left ear with
his thumb in a Hebraic manner and shooting his shining cuffs; "mother's
on the trail. Doves for a bishop and the little mangel-wurzel for the
labouring man. Clever mother! She'll take care it's suitable. Is it a
haggis, mother, hovering over the lady with outspread wings?"
Eureka closed her eyes and rocked herself more violently.
"I see you," she said in a deep voice. "You are astral. You are Lady
Enid emerged for an hour from our dear Minerva."
"I thought so," cried Lady Enid, with decision. "I thought so, because
when someone called me Miss Minerva just now I felt angry, and didn't
seem to know what they meant. Tell them, dear Eureka,--tell all my
friends of your discovery."
And she hastened on with the Prophet in search of the great Towle.
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