"Thank you, I am rather busy this afternoon," replied Mary.
"Do you wish to leave any name or message? Did you want a setting?"
"A sitting?" asked Mary vaguely. "Oh no, thank you; I merely wished to see Mrs. Grubb—is that the name?"
"That’s it, and an awful grievance it is to her—Mrs. S. Cora Grubb. You have seen it in the newspapers, I suppose; she has a half column 'ad' in the Sunday Observer once a month. Wouldn’t you like your nails attended to? I have a perfectly splendid manicure stopping with me."
"No, thank you. I hoped to see Mrs. Grubb, to ask if her children can come and spend the morning with me to-morrow."
"Oh, that’ll be all right; they’re not her children; she doesn’t care where they go; they stay in the back yard or on the sand-lot most of the time: she’s got something more important to occupy her attention. Say, I hope you’ll excuse me, but you look a little pale. If you were intending to get some mental healing from Mrs. Grubb, why, I can do it; she found I had the power, and she’s handed all her healing over to me. It’s a new method, and is
