CHAPTER XI
THE FIRE SPIRIT
Dolly glanced round to see if any one else had noticed Dotty’s speech. Apparently, no one had.
So, deeming it best to ignore it, Dolly said, “Come on, Bernice,” and laughingly drew the half-unwilling Elf along with her.
“Here you are!” said Mr. Rawlins, gaily. “One nice clean blank paper for each of you. Who’ll go first? You, Dolly?”
“No; Bernice, you try it.”
So taking the paper carefully in the tongs, Bernice held it to the blaze of the logs.
“Spirit of the Fire,” said Mr. Rawlins, in a dramatic voice, “tell us, pray, whose is this Fortune I have here, folded in my hand.”
And then appeared on the paper, the name of Maisie May.
“Ah, our Maisie,” and Mr. Rawlins read:
“Ere you are so very old,