"It's getting cold; I just wish he'd come home. I don't believe there's the least use expecting cousin Ethan before to-morrow."
But when Emmie, half an hour later, asked for serious advice:
"Now, do you think I'd have time to eat another apple before he comes?"
"I wouldn't risk it," said Val; "we'll tell fortunes with the seeds you've got already."
The two girls sat on the moth-eaten velvet sofa. Emmie had spread her apple-seeds out on last evening's Mioto Gazette, and rubbed her fruity fingers on a diminutive pocket-handkerchief.
"Now I've named them," she said, in a whisper.
Val pointed at random:
"One I love, two I love, three I love, I say;
Four I love with all my heart, five I cast away;