You never get over
it."
There was a moment's silence. Mrs. Emerson's features seemed to
sharpen.
"Well, of course I don't want to urge you," said she, "if you don't
feel like talking about it; but maybe it might do you good to tell
it out, if it's on your mind, worrying you."
"I try to put it out of my mind," said Mrs. Meserve.
"Well, it's just as you feel."
"I never told anybody but Simon," said Mrs. Meserve. "I never felt
as if it was wise perhaps. I didn't know what folks might think.
So many don't believe in anything they can't understand, that they
might think my mind wasn't right. Simon advised me not to talk
about it. He said he didn't believe it was anything supernatural,
but he had to own up that he couldn't give any explanation for it
to save his life. He had to own up that he didn't believe anybody
could. Then he said he wouldn't talk about it. He said lots of
folks would sooner tell folks my head wasn't right than to own up
they couldn't see through it."
"I'm sure I wouldn't say so," returned Mrs. Emerson reproachfully.
"You know better than that, I hope."
"Yes, I do," replied Mrs.
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