"Can a dog talk ?" "Everything can talk, if you understand its language, Bastin.

But keep a good heart, Humphrey, for the bold seeker finds in the end.

Oh! foolish man, do you not understand that all is yours if you have but the soul to conceive and the will to grasp?
All, all, below, between, above! Even I know that, I who have so much to learn." So she spoke and became suddenly magnificent.

Her face which had been but that of a super-lovely woman, took on grandeur.

Her bosom swelled; her presence radiated some subtle power, much as her hair radiated light.
In a moment it was gone and she was smiling and jesting.
"Will you come, Strangers, where Tommy was not afraid to go, down to the Under-world?
Or will you stay here in the sun?
Perhaps you will do better to stay here in the sun, for the Under-world has terrors for weak hearts that were born but yesterday, and feeble feet may stumble in the dark." "I shall take my electric torch," said Bastin with decision, "and I advise you fellows to do the same.