It counted the sensational tales found beneath the bed, and described the desolation of the mothers and sisters.

It told the color of the father's hair before and afterwards.
Tommy flung the thing from him, picked it up again, and read on uneasily, and when at last he rose he was shrinking from himself.

In hopes that he might sleep it off he went early to bed, but his contrition was still with him in the morning.

Then Elspeth was shown the article which had saved him, and she, too, shuddered at what she had been, though her remorse was but a poor display beside his, he was so much better at everything than Elspeth.

Tommy's distress of mind was so genuine and so keen that it had several hours' start of his admiration of it; and it was still sincere, though he himself had become gloomy, when he told his followers that they were no more.