"I guess they’re more likely to say, ’Are you Henry?’ They’re so crazy to be fooled that it’s a crime to take their money." "Women are. They’re easy. They simply won’t go away without a wonderful story to tell to their friends, but men are more skeptical, as a rule." "That’s right. But, Lord, when they do swallow it, they take the hook, bait and sinker. Why, look here, I had a party what used to come regular about a girl he was stuck on, a Swede he was. Well, one day he went up to this Drexel and he showed him one or two easy ways o’ workin’ the slates, provin’ it was all tricks. The Swede comes back to me and says, ’Oh,’ says he, ’I know it’s all a fake now; you can’t fool _me_ no more.’ I looked him straight in the eye and I says: ’Don’t you know that fellow is really one of the best mediums in the business, and he’s controlled by Martin Luther? He was just tryin’ to test your belief by denyin’ the truth o’ spiritualism, and seein’ if you’d have the courage to stand up for what you believed. If your faith ain’t no stronger than that, after the tests I gave you, you’d better go into Mormonism and be done with it.’" "Did that hold him?" "I’ve got that fellow yet; twice a month, regular, I get his little old two dollars; Lord, he swears by me now. No, them that want to believe _will_ believe, and you can’t pry ’em off with a crowbar. Ain’t that right?" "I guess yes!" said Flora. "But what gets my game is the widow that used to quarrel like cats and dogs when her husband was alive and leaks on his shoulder when he comes to her in the spirit! They’re the limit! When a woman once gets it into her head that the dear departed can take possession of a living body, there ain’t anything she won’t stand for. My brother had a lovely case once. It was a woman whose husband hadn’t passed out more than two months and she was all broke up. Well, Harry got her to believe that her husband could get control of his body and talk to her. At first the woman wasn’t quite sure, so Harry, talking to her as her husband, claimed that he himself was in a dead trance. ’Why,’ he said, ’if you should stick a pin into this medium’s leg here, he wouldn’t feel it at all!’ That was where he was foolish, for the woman said, ’Is that so? I guess I’ll just try it and see.’ So Harry had to stand for it while she jabbed a hat pin into him, but he was game and didn’t whimper. Of course that convinced the woman that she was really communicating with her lawful husband, and she begun to kiss and hug Harry to beat the cars, she was so glad to get hubby back." "Well, it’s all in a day’s work!" Vixley showed his sharp yellow fangs in a grin. "Oh, you have to make it pleasant for sitters, sometimes," Flora yawned. "I guess it’s no trouble for you," Vixley said, looking at her with admiration.