And those who view their faces,
Are heard but seen no more."
"Do you mean to say she dreamed all that?" Gladys exclaimed.
"Yes," the Vicar's wife said. "She told me so and I have no reason to
doubt her. She doesn't romance as a rule, and is certainly not the
least bit in the world poetical--on the contrary she is most practical
and matter-of-fact. Her only hobby, as far as I know, is flowers."
"Mine, too!" Gladys interrupted. "Were you able to explain the
verses?"
"No, I can't interpret dreams. I'm intensely interested in them; as I
am in all things psychic. I was at a lecture given by Mrs. Annie
Besant last night! She--"
"Do you know any one who does interpret dreams?" Gladys asked.
"Why, yes! A firm, claiming to do all sorts of wonderful things--to
tell dreams, solve tricks, divine the presence of metals and water,
and so on, has just set up in Cockspur Street. I read a short notice
about them in this morning's paper. I will get it for you."
She left the room and in a few moments returned.
"Here it is," she said. And under the heading of "Sorcery Revived"
Gladys read as follows:--
"There is really no end to the devices to which people resort nowadays
to make money, but for sheer novelty, nothing, we think, beats this.
Three Americans, Messrs. Hamar, Kelson and Curtis, fresh from San
Francisco, California, have just bought premises in Cockspur Street,
S.W., and set up there as Sorcerers!
"They style themselves 'The Modern Sorcery Company Ltd.
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