"I don't wish to dance more than once, and you know what a college girl audience means.

Now, is there anything else you want to know ?" There was a sudden murmur of voices outside which silenced Emma immediately.

Then Alberta Wicks, Mary Hampton and Kathleen West were ushered into the tent.
"I am the Sphinx," began the far-away voice again in the mammoth head.
"Ask me a question." Bowing to the newcomers rather coldly, Grace and Arline turned to leave the tent.

But Grace reflected grimly as she lifted the tent flap that if any one of the trio had been the all-wise Sphinx, instead of her friend Emma Dean, there were several questions she might have asked that would have been disconcerting to say the least.
A little later she strolled back to the Sphinx's tent, only to find that amiable riddle besieged by an impatient throng of girls who were eager to spend their money for the mere sake of hearing the Sphinx's ridiculous answers to their questions, and incidentally to try if possible to discover her identity.

Emma had succeeded in changing her voice so completely that the far-away, almost wailing tones of the Egyptian wonder had little in common with her usual drawl.