"Indeed I do," responded Hardin, quickly. "You and I made her a visit one evening, you know, and she drew forth rather ominous fortunes for both of us from her teapot of destiny. Ha, ha! what was it the hag told me, Sumpter?"
"That you would be a wicked fellow, marry a lovely woman, who wouldn't care a picayune for you, and live after you wished you were dead, I believe, or something to that import, wasn't it?"
"Well, I reckon 'twas some talk of this sort; but what brought this incident to your mind now, Jack?"
"It was recalled by sight of that young lady at your father-in-law's. Don't you remember, that night we were at the rock den in Scraggiewood, there was a child, a little girl, sleeping on a pallet in the room?"
"Yes, perfectly."
"Well, that child and this young lady are one and the same."
"It cannot be!" exclaimed Hardin, quickly.
"It is so, I'm positive. But stop; what is this girl's name?"
"Annie Evalyn."
"Exactly. I asked the old crone that night what was her child's name, and she told me the one you have just repeated."