Insanity, or the love of making a good story out of notions which have never been seriously entertained, must compose the warp and woof of the fabric of such strange imaginings.

It is thus we account for most experiences we do not understand.
The next evening the Torrance family were walking to meeting.

The student joined himself to Miss Torrance.

He greeted her with the whimsical look of grave humour.

'You are to take a pound of pins,' he said.
'I do not believe it would do any good,' she interrupted eagerly.
It struck him as very curious that she should assert her unbelief.