"You can sit here, Lizzie--and help me work the ouija-board.

That will take your mind off listening for things!" Lizzie groaned.

"You know I'd rather be shot than touch that uncanny ouijie!" she said dolefully.

"It gives me the creeps every time I put my hands on it!" "Well, of course, if you'd rather sit in the kitchen, Lizzie--" "Oh, give me the ouijie!" said Lizzie in tones of heartbreak.

"I'd rather be shot and stabbed than stay in the kitchen any more." "Very well," said Miss Cornelia, "it's your own decision, Lizzie--remember that." Her needles clicked on.