Well, my boy, as you are assured of earning an honest living, I’ve no fault to find, have you?”
“No,” returned Clayton; “I love peanuts!”
Dolly gave it up. She couldn’t see how the trick was accomplished. Mr. Rawlins let her try again, and this time she read the name of Dolly Fayre, herself.
“Read me my fortune,” she cried. “What is my fate?”
“You will visit distant scenes,
You will meet with Kings and Queens.
But the one who’ll be your mate
Lives already in this State.”
Mr. Rawlins handed her the fortune paper, saying, “You are to be envied indeed! Meeting with royalty! Oh, my!”
“Oh, my! I should say so! Well, I’ll like it all right. I love adventure, and this sounds fine. Only I wish I knew when the king and queen visits would begin.”