“We’ve got the money,” replied the little speaker; “and we’re not too little. Why, I am ten, and Jenny, here, is twelve.”
CHILDREN CONSULTING A FORTUNE-TELLER.
“Well, come in,” replied the fortune-teller. There was a lady present, who also asked what those children came there for.
The girls sat up in some chairs proffered. The younger one was so small that her little feet could not reach the floor, and sitting back in her chair, her little limbs stuck out straight, as such awkward little folks’ will.
The woman told them something, to seem to cover the money paid. It was not satisfactory, however, and the ten-year-old one put the following questions:—
“Do you think, ma’am, that the young man who is keeping company with me loves me?”
This was a poser, and the woman laughed outright.
“What did she reply?” I asked, shocked, though amused, by the ridiculousness of the whole affair.
“O, Gad, if I know! I was too busy then to listen.”