"No," he answered, "no one. My father only told me that the name of the little village is Kleindorf. He wrote it on the label for my bag."
Just then the line went round a bend. "Look," he said, "there is the place I told you we were coming to, with the dark trees, the three peaks, and the stream, and the white church with the cock on top of the spire."
She let down the carriage window, and stared at the scene.
"Yes," she exclaimed, "it is just as you described. Oh! at last I have found what I have been seeking for years. Godfrey, I believe that you have the true gift."
"What gift, Miss Ogilvy?"
"Clairvoyance, of course, and perhaps clairaudience as well."
The lad burst out laughing, and said that he wished it were something more useful.
From all of which it will be guessed that Ethel Ogilvy was a mystic of the first water.