12/14 At once they saw before them the room in the cottage, with Mayre's mother asleep by the window. Her knitting was in her lap, and the cat lay curled up beside her chair. It was all so natural that Trot thought she could hear the clock over the fireplace tick. "But how could you do it ?" "It is a form of mirage," was the reply. "We are able to bring any earth scene before us whenever we wish. |