The witch sat down suddenly cross-legged on the hearth-rug, leaving her rather embarrassed hostess in the air, so to speak, towering rigidly above her.
"How d'you mean--experiences ?" said the witch, after eating one sandwich in silent ecstasy.

"I was up in the sky last night, talking to a German.
Was that an experience ?" "The sky last night was surely no place for a lady," said Mr.Frere with rather sour joviality.
"Oh, I know what she means," said Miss MacBee earnestly.

"I was up in the sky last night too----" "Great Scott," exclaimed the witch.

"But----" "Yes, I was," persisted Miss MacBee.

"I lay on the hammock which I have had slung in my cellar, and shut my eyes, and loosed my spirit, and it shot upward like a lark released.