"Wouldn't he?" said Fancy. "That's like him."
"And he gave me such a lovely reading, too. It just saved my life, I think, and everything came out just as he said it would, too. Don't you think he's awfully good-looking?"
"Yes, very." Fancy was breathing hard.
"And he's so good. Why, I 'most fell in love with him, that day. I guess I would have, if I hadn't been in love already. I was awfully unhappy then. I'm the happiest girl in the world, now! Say, weren't you awfully fond of him?"
"Yes."
"I guess he was of you, too. He said some awful nice things about you!"
"Did he?" Fancy's eyes wandered.
The girl saw, now, that something was wrong, and evidently wanted to make up for it. She spoke shyly: "Say—there's something else I always wanted to tell you. I wonder if it would make you mad?"
"Go ahead," said Fancy.
"You won't think I'm fooling?"