Then, to Miss Cornelia's relief, she was silent for nearly two minutes, only to start so violently at the end of the time that she nearly upset the ouija-board on her mistress's toes.
"I've got a queer feeling in my fingers--all the way up my arms," she whispered in awed accents, wriggling the arms she spoke of violently.
"Hush!" said Miss Cornelia indignantly.

Lizzie always exaggerated, of course--yet now her own fingers felt prickly, uncanny.

There was a little pause while both sat tense, staring at the board.
"Now, Ouija," said Miss Cornelia defiantly, "is Lizzie Allen right about this house or is it all stuff and nonsense ?" 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.