This was at 5.30 on a Sunday afternoon.

On Tuesday, Mr.Baillie was at a dance in a town some forty miles from his home, and met a Miss Preston.

"On Sunday," he said, "about half-past five you were sitting under a standard lamp in a dress I never saw you wear, a blue blouse with lace over the shoulders, pouring out tea for a man in blue serge, whose back was towards me, so that I only saw the tip of his moustache." "Why, the blinds must have been up," said Miss Preston.
"I was at Dulby," said Mr.Baillie, as he undeniably was.

{60a} This is not a difficult exercise in belief.

Miss Preston was not unlikely to be at tea at tea-time.
Nor is the following very hard.
THE COW WITH THE BELL I had given a glass ball to the wife of a friend, whose visions proved so startling and on one occasion so unholy that she ceased to make experiments.