"A spirit has been for three days seeking to speak to a lost child through my daughter.

Come in, and let us see.

Let us see if my daughter can not pierce the mysteries of the unseen in your case.

Come in!" The cold was blowing in at the open door, and his tone was a little like that of a man who wants to say, but does not feel it wise to do so, "Come in and shut the door after you!" "Your daughter!" I said, trying to think of something to say that would show what I thought of him, her, and their dirty pretense; "your daughter! Hell!" "Young man," said he, drawing himself up stiffly, "what do you mean-- ?" "I mean to find my mother!" I cried.

"Where is she ?" Suddenly the thought of being halted thus longer, and the fear that my mother was not there, drove me crazy.