"There must be something in the atmosphere of this place which made it easier than usual." Blanche Farrow looked at him searchingly.

"Surely you don't believe in it ?" she whispered incredulously.

"Of course it was a mixture of thought-reading and Bubbles' usual quickness!" "I don't agree with you--I wish I could." The young man looked very pale in the now bright light.

"I thoroughly disapprove of it all, Miss Farrow.

I wish to God I could stop Bubbles going in for it!" "I agree with you that it's very bad for her." The girl had gone away, right out of the circle.