For one second--two--the ouija remained anchored to its resting
place in the center of the board, Then--

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

"You shoved it!"

"I did not--cross my heart, Miss Neily--I--" Lizzie's eyes were
round, her fingers glued rigidly and awkwardly to the ouija. As
the movements of the pointer grew more rapid her mouth dropped
open--wider and wider--prepared for an ear-piercing scream.

"Keep quiet!" said Miss Cornelia tensely. There was a pause of a
few seconds while the pointer darted from one letter to another
wildly.

"B--M--C--X--P--R--S--K--Z--" murmured Miss Cornelia
trying to follow the spelled letters.

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

The pointer stopped moving: She took her hands from the board.

"That's queer," she said with a forced laugh. She glanced at Lizzie
to see how Lizzie was taking it. But the latter seemed too relieved