"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?"