out to her in dignified silence.

He was cheered by the sight of tea and hot cakes.

Cousin Mildred ate little but talked much.

"I'm living in _hopes_ of a psychic revelation, dear," she said to
William's mother. "_In hopes!_ I've heard of wonderful experiences,
but so far none--alas!--have befallen me. Automatic writing I have
tried, but any communication the spirits may have sent me that way
remained illegible--quite illegible."

She sighed.

William eyed her with scorn while he consumed reckless quantities of
hot cakes.

"I would _love_ to have a psychic revelation," she sighed again.

"Yes, dear," murmured Mrs. Brown, mystified. "William, you've had
enough."

"_Enough?_" said William, in surprise. "Why I've only had----" He
decided hastily against exact statistics and in favour of vague
generalities.

"I've only had hardly any," he said, aggrievedly.

"You've had _enough_, anyway," said Mrs. Brown firmly.