“Fate holds joy in store for you,
Loving friendships warm and true.
As through life your way you wend,
Happiness will crown the end.
A very pretty fortune, Bernice, dear,—may it come true.” Mr. Rawlins spoke so kindly, that Bernice’s pale face glowed with pleasure as she took her two papers.
“Let me hold my name, mayn’t I?” asked Maisie May.
“I don’t know when your name will come,” returned Mr. Rawlins. “It’s as the Fire Spirit decrees.”
“Well, let me hold the next name, anyway. I want to see how that Spirit holds his pen!”
“Surely,” said Mr. Rawlins. “Always glad to oblige. Let her take your place, Son.”
Clayton gave the tongs to Maisie. With careful scrutiny, she looked over the blank bit of paper before she clutched it tightly in the tongs.