Ask me a question, only one, one only." The eerie voice died away into yards of drapery that extended in huge folds from the back of the head and far out on the platform.
"How on earth did you ever get into that affair, and who made it ?" asked Arline curiously.
"Mystery, all is mystery," croaked the Sphinx.
"But you said you would answer my question!" persisted Arline.
"Which one ?" plaintively inquired the voice.
"Both," declared Arline boldly.
"Only one, only one," was the provoking reply.
"Then, who made it ?" asked Arline.
"It was made ages ago." Emma Dean's familiar drawl startled both Grace and Arline.

"My brother had it made for a college play called 'Sphinx.' When we began to plan for the bazaar I sent home for it.

I was so afraid it wouldn't arrive on time.

My brother hired an old man who does this wonderful papier mache work to make it.

I made the paws.