"Will you have your fortune told?" Several of the girls were hanging on Polly.
"Yes, first of all, I've a silver shilling to cross her hand, so it's sure to come true."
"Oh, dear, but will we have to pay?" exclaimed a chorus in vexation of spirit.
"I'll make her tell a lot for the shilling." Polly was in high spirits and a generous mood.
We found Shubenca sitting by the side of the tepee, thumbing a pack of cards. She gave a careless nod and went on. Polly stated the purport of the visit and displayed the shilling. The black eyes snapped with desire.
"How many?" in her guttural tone.
"Let me see—Sophy and you, Letty, and Caroline—well, say six."
The woman shook her head. "Too little, too little," she said with a frown.
"Oh, very well. I can tell the fortunes myself for nothing," and Polly turned with a toss of the head.
The woman caught her skirt.