Raspberry Jam

You may contradict me as flat as a flounder, Eunice, but that won't alter the facts. There is something in telepathy there is something in mind reading If you could read my mind, Aunt Abby, you'd drop that subject. For if you keep on, I may say what I think, and Oh, that won't bother me in the least. I know what you think, but your thoughts are so chaotic so ignorant of the whole matter that they are worthless. Now, listen to this from the paper: 'Hanlon will walk blindfolded blindfolded, mind you through the streets of Newark, and will find an article hidden by a representative of The Free Press. ' Of course, you know, Eunice, the newspaper people are on the square why, there'd be no sense to the whole thing otherwise! I saw an exhibition once, you were a little girl then; I remember you flew into such a rage because you couldn't go. Well, where was I? Let me see oh, yes 'Hanlon ' H'm h'm why, my goodness! it's to morrow! How I do want to go! Do you suppose Sanford would take us? I do not, unless he loses his mind first. Aunt Abby, you're crazy! What is the thing, anyway? Some common street show? If you'd listen, Eunice, and pay a little attention, you might know what I'm talking about. But as soon as I say telepathy you begin to laugh and make fun of it all! I haven't heard anything yet to make fun of. What's it all about? But as she spoke, Eunice Embury was moving about the room, the big living room of their Park Avenue apartment, and in a preoccupied way was patting her household gods on their shoulders. A readjustment of the pink carnations in a tall glass vase, a turning round of a long stemmed rose in a silver holder, a punch here and there to the pillows of the davenport and at last dropping down on her desk chair as a hovering butterfly settles on a chosen flower.