"Isn't that queer!" And Polly withdrew, to ponder on her mystical fortune.
"Now Jessie," said Mrs. Adams; "see what fate has in store for you."
"I'm half afraid," she said, laughing.
"Love, happiness, and sunshine," was what she heard. "A tiny cottage simply furnished with a teapot and eleven cats."
There was a shout.
"Now, Alan."
The brown hand trembled a little, and the eyes under the veil looked right into Alan's, as she spoke. "Some pain, much joy; a slow, even growth into a glorious manhood that knows no wrong, but lives for truth. Whatever else maybe is hidden from my sight."
"What a splendid one, Alan!" exclaimed Polly, her face flushing, as she took in all the meaning of the words.
And Katharine added quietly,—
"You have read us very well, Aunt Ruth."