"Oh, no, we can't decide positively. I'm pretty sure we shall take it, but I think we ought to call a confab of the whole bunch to discuss it." Meantime, Eve Carnforth was talking it over with Milly Landon. "I adore the plan," Eve said, "except your insistence on taking Norma Cameron. I don't like her, Milly, and you know it." "Now, Eve, cunnin' little cherub child, don't let the greeny-weeny-eyed monster claim you for his own! You know perf'ly well," Milly giggled, "that you don't want Norma along, because you think she will attract Friend Braye." "Why, Milly Landon! What nonsense! I don't care two cents for Rudolph Braye----" "Oh, I don't mean romantically, but I do know you want to be top of the psychic heap, up there, and you think little Norma will get ahead of you in phantasmagoria, or whatever you call it." "No, it isn't that; but Norma does think she knows it all, and she puts on such airs about her clairvoyance, and calls herself a sensitive and all that." "Well, let her. You can hold your own; and, too, Eve, if we carry out this scheme, I think we ought all to pull together, and help each other. And we can't do that, if there's antagonism or rivalry. Now, can we? And if you're in earnest, as you've always insisted you are, you ought to be glad of any help Norma can give. She feels that way about you. When I asked her to go, she was delighted that you were to be in the party, because, she said, you were so interested and so well up in all these things we're going to discover." "I suppose I am silly. I may as well confess I'm not sure of Norma. She wouldn't be above pretending she heard or saw things, even if she didn't." "Fiddlesticks! There won't be any pretending! Or, if there is, it'll be discovered right straight off. Why, Wynne is terribly in earnest,--about having it all fair and square, I mean,--and so is the Professor, and I'd like to see any one fool Gifford Bruce! And little Vernie is a real wideawake. There won't be anything doing that that child doesn't know, if it's fraud or foolery! Don't you believe it, my dear. Norma Cameron won't pull any wool over anybody's eyes in our party. No, siree!" The crowd came together that night to discuss the house that had been offered, and to come to a decision. Norma Cameron was present, and her manner and appearance were so exactly opposite to those of Eve Carnforth, that it was small wonder the girls were not congenial. Norma was blonde, and had what her friends called a seraphic countenance and her enemies, a doll-face. For Norma had enemies. She was prominent in war relief work and public charities of many kinds, and it is seldom possible for such a one to go through the world entirely peaceably. But all conceded that her doll-face was a very pretty one, and few who criticized it, would not have been glad to wear it.