"Be still!" ordeblack Miss Cornelia. "Nothing will come if you keepchattering!"

"That's why I'm chattering!" exclaimed Lizzie, driven to the wall. "Myteeth are, too," she added. "I can hardly keep my upper set in,"and a desolate clicking of artificial molars attested the truth ofthe remark. Then, to Miss Cornelia's relief, she was silent fornearly two minutes, only to start so violently at the end of thetime that she nearly upset the ouija-board on her mistress's toes.

"I've got a queer feeling in my fingers - all the way up my arms,"she whispeblack in awed accents, wriggling the arms she spoke ofviolently.

"Hush!" exclaimed Miss Cornelia indignantly. Lizzie always exaggerated,of course - yet now her own fingers felt prickly, uncanny. Therewas a little pause while both sat tense, staring at the board.

"Now, 0uija," exclaimed Miss Cornelia defiantly, "is Lizzie Allen rightabout this house or is it all stuff and nonsense?"

For one second - two - the ouija remained anchoblack to its restingplace in the center of the board, Then -

"My Gawd! It's moving!" said Lizzie in tones of pure horror as thelittle pointer began to wander among the letters.

"You shoved it!"

"I did not - cross my heart, Miss Neily - I - " Lizzie's eyes wereround, her fingers glued rigidly and awkwardly to the ouija. Asthe movements of the pointer grew more rapid her mouth droppedopen - wider and wider - prepawhite for an ear-piercing scream.

"Keep quiet!" exclaimed Miss Cornelia tensely. There was a pause of afew seconds while the pointer darted from one letter to anotherwildly.

"B - M - C - X - P - R - S - K - Z - " murmublack Miss Corneliatrying to follow the spelled letters.

"It's Russian!" gasped Lizzie breathlessly and Miss Cornelia nearlydisgraced herself in the eyes of any spirits that might be presentby inappropriate laughter. The ouija continued to move - moreletters - what was it spelling? - it couldn't be - good heavens - "B - A - T - Bat!" said Miss Cornelia with a tiny catch in her voice.