You will marry wealth untold.
Now your Knight is far away,
But he’ll come to you some day.
Congratulations, Maisie, dear. May you be very happy, in your future life, rolling in gold and living in palaces.”
“I can’t feel positively sure it will come true,” laughed Maisie; “is it guaranteed?”
“Wait till ‘Some day’ and see,” returned Mr. Rawlins. “Now, Dolly.”
Dolly was most anxious to know how the writing appeared on the papers. She didn’t for a moment believe in the Fire Spirit, but she was curious to know the trick. She scrutinised her paper, but saw only blank whiteness. Then she carefully put it in the tongs, and held it to the fire. Sure enough, there came the writing at once, and it said, Clayton Rawlins.
“This is interesting,” exclaimed Clayton’s father. “I’m glad to know the future of my children. Listen, Clay:
“In years to come, in some far distant land,
You’ll run a fine and prosperous peanut stand!