"Oh, that you're going to quarrel, if you spill the salt, and that it's bad luck to step over a crack in the floor, and you musn't begin things on Friday, and"—
"Molly, what nonsense! I thought we agreed to forget all that kind of thing when the mirror broke," said Morton.
"Yes; when instead of bringing us misfortune it brought us comfort. Did we ever tell you about that, Mr. Garth?" asked Sara; then, as he gave a negative sign, she repeated the story.
He listened interestedly.
"Where did you live, then, Miss Olmstead?"
"In Killamet—a tiny fishing-village on the coast. We are the children of a fisherman, perhaps you know."
"You?" surprisedly. "I would never have thought it! I supposed"—He stopped in some confusion, and colored.
"Say it out!" urged Morton.
"Yes, relieve your mind," added Molly; "it won't stand too much pressure."
"Molly, be quiet!" interposed Sara peremptorily.