There was a pause of a few seconds while the pointer darted from one letter to another wildly.
"B--M--C--X--P--R--S--K--Z--" murmured Miss Cornelia trying to follow the spelled letters.
"It's Russian!" gasped Lizzie breathlessly and Miss Cornelia nearly disgraced herself in the eyes of any spirits that might be present by inappropriate laughter.

The ouija continued to move--more letters--what was it spelling ?--it couldn't be--good heavens--"B--A--T--Bat!" said Miss Cornelia with a tiny catch in her voice.
The pointer stopped moving: She took her hands from the board.
"That's queer," she said with a forced laugh.

She glanced at Lizzie to see how Lizzie was taking it.

But the latter seemed too relieved to have her hands off the ouija-board to make the mental connection that her mistress had feared.
All she said was, "Bats indeed! That shows it's spirits.

There's been a bat flying around this house all evening." She got up from her chair tentatively, obviously hoping that the seance was over.
"Oh, Miss Neily," she burst out.