She had no relative named George--at least, so she thought.
But a morning or two later her husband received a letter from Australia.
"By Jove!" he exclaimed, as he glanced at the last page, "I had forgotten all about the poor old beggar." "Whom is it from ?" she asked.
"Oh, nobody you know--haven't seen him myself for twenty years--a third or fourth cousin of mine--George--" She never heard the surname, she was too excited.

The spirit had been right from the beginning; she _had_ a relative named George.

Her faith in spiritualism is now as a rock.
There are thousands of folk who believe in Old Moore's Almanac.

My difficulty would be not to believe in the old gentleman.

I see that for the month of January last he foretold us that the Government would meet with determined and persistent opposition.