After lunch, which, if it did nothing more, rendered Tess and Dot less active, for it made them sleepy, there was a period of sitting about, wondering what next to do, for it was too warm for much strenuous exercise.
“Come on!” offered Nalbro suddenly, “I’ll tell the boys’ fortunes.”
“How?” asked Agnes.
“I’ll read their hands.”
“I’m first!”
“No, I!”
“She came with me!”
In turn Luke, Neale and Hal thus cried as they crowded around the fascinating Boston girl—there was no denying that she was fascinating—and pretty, though Agnes, at least, had no lack of beauty and Ruth’s sweet face always gave pleasure to a beholder.
“Oh, I can’t tell your fortunes all at once. And no one must hear the others’,” declared Nally, with a pretty air of bewilderment, as three tanned hands were thrust toward her, each one eager to be first.
“Decide by lot then,” suggested Neale.