As she got up, "I see two beautiful children in your hand," added the palmist.
"Oh, when?" said Felicity, starting, and accidentally knocking down the crystal ball.
"Within the next few years," answered the palmist cautiously.
"Now it's my turn," said Bertie, as Felicity joined them. "Do tell me," he said in an undertone, "was there anything about me in your hand?"
"Rather not—not a trace of you. Why, what did you expect?"
"Oh, then I don't think much of her. I thought at least she would see my initials all over your lifeline. I assure you, any good palmist would. I'm afraid she's a fraud."
"I trust not. She was rather consoling," said Felicity thoughtfully.
"She was wonderful with me," said Vera, as Bertie disappeared. "I wonder what her nationality really is."
"Thought you said she was a Highlander." Bob looked more puzzled than ever.