"Sylvia!" Mrs. Stumplethorne said crossly, "do stop floating about so! We have company!" Mr. Watkins shifted uncomfortably in his chair, trying his best to ignore the girl hovering several feet above the tea and crumpets. Sylvia grinned at him. Her teeth were pointed green horrors. Mrs. Stumplethorne would have none of it. "She only does it for attention," she whispered to Mr. Watkins, and proceeded to carefully pour him some more tea. With a charming smile, and in a pointedly louder voice, she gushed, "And how has dear Susie been, William? Please do pass on the message for us that we thought the bottle of holy water she sent the other day was wrapped in just the loveliest paper. You know how I always like to say that--Sylvia!" Sylvia was, at this point, producing a rather noxious scent, while toads began to materialize inside the folds of her fancy dress and fall onto the table. Lady Stumplethorne was most dismayed to see that one had landed in her guest's tea. Neither of them were terribly surprised when Sylvia's head began to spin around.