'
"Emily is very, very pretty, and that sort of excuses her for digging
into the intricacies of spheral harmonies. Even such unmitigated
nonsense as sphere control, spirit harmony, and mental submission,
assumes a semblance of dignity when expounded by her cherry-red lips.
She speaks vacuously of being under world-dominance, and has absolutely
no physical consciousness. She says so herself. If she ignores her
tempting curves and matchless softness, she is the only one in the
house who does. In fact, it is only the attraction of her very
physical being, which she denies, that lends a species of sense to her
harmonious converse. She and I are great friends. She says I am a
harmonizer on the inside.
"She is engaged to a man across the hall, Rodney Carter. She has the
room next to mine. His voice is deep and carrying, hers is clear and
ringing, and the walls are thin. So I have benefited by most of their
courtship. But the course of true love, you know. She has tried
spiritually and harmoniously to convert him to immaterialism, but
Rodney is very conscious of his physical, muscular, material being, and
he hoots at her derisively, but tenderly.
"'Oh, cut it out, Emily,' he said, one evening. 'We can only afford
one spirit in the family.
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