“How?” asked Nalbro.
“Shut your eyes and take a hand,” he went on, and this was done.
The Boston girl, with closed eyes, groped among the three palms held before her, and whether it was accident or design, she took that of Luke.
Then the other two lads, after some protesting, were sent out of hearing while Nalbro proceeded to study and trace the lines in the hand of the young collegian.
What she told him is neither here nor there, nor is what she pretended to prophesy for Neale and Hal. But as she continued to be a center of attraction for the young men, while Agnes and Ruth tidied up the luncheon ground, there were uneasy glances cast in the direction of the fortune-telling section of the Glen.
“Isn’t it queer how silly boys are about having their hands held?” remarked Agnes, with a distinct “sniff.”
“She has a certain way about her,” admitted Ruth. “Perhaps we should be a little more——”
“Giddy! Silly! Why don’t you say it?” challenged Agnes. “I didn’t imagine Nally was like that. But you never know a girl until——”
“Hush!” suddenly commanded Ruth. “I thought I heard Tess calling! Yes, she is! Oh, what has happened?”
Through the woods echoed the sobbing voice of a little girl shouting: