"You be wild for very joy."
"Yes, that is good. That is what I like."
Sophie Piaget came next. A husband of course. First she thinks she cannot have him, for he love another, then "it is not love, no, no!" shaking her head.
Some one came galloping over the stubble, and we all knew the horse and rider. He reined up suddenly. Polly nodded indifferently.
"You promised me a ride on Chita," began Nannie Piaget, patting the beautiful creature, who tossed her head gayly.
"Did I? Well, now is a good time. Can you jump up? And you won't squeal for fright? If you do I shall let you drop."
"Oh, are you in earnest?" in a delighted tone.
"To be sure. Now—step on my foot and spring."
That was successfully achieved. He settled her in front of him, put one arm around her, and off they sped. What a beautiful sight she was, and her rider sat her proudly. They appeared smaller and smaller as we watched them. I had lost interest in the fortune telling. Then the moving speck grew larger, and they came in sight again until Chita trotted up to the throng with what seemed a laugh in her eye.
"Oh, that's splendid! It's like going on the wings of the wind."