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"I wonder! " thought Ora, "I wonder!"
It was some four months after her first séance with Miss Ruby Miller. There was no question of the improvement in her looks, owing, perhaps, as much to a new self-confidence as to the becoming arrangement of her hair and the improved tint and texture of her skin. The tonic and a less reckless diet had also done their work; her eyes were even brighter, her lips pink. Moreover, it was patent that the sudden reformation was as obvious to Butte as to herself. Women confessed to a previous fear that the "altitude had got on her nerves or something"; as for the men, they may or may not have observed the more direct results of Miss Miller's manipulations, but it was not open to doubt that her new interest in herself had revived her magnetism and possibly doubled it.