Now, so far, this runs fairly true to form; the usual strange combination of the grotesque—witness the parlor organ!—overstrained nerves due to the approach of an electrical storm, and Jock, absently staring at nothing at all and preparing to give the storm howl for howl.
It is the remainder of Jane’s story which seems worthy of consideration, in view of her previous average of hits.
She went to sleep, sinking fathoms deep into unconsciousness, but at three o’clock she wakened, suddenly and fully, and sat up in her bed. But she was not in a bed at all. She was in a boat, and Maggie Morrison also was in it, lying at her feet. After a time—she has no idea how long—the vision faded, and she was still sitting up in her bed.
Such details as I can draw from her are as follows:
“Did you see U
