Hinpoha brightened at once and animation came back into her face. Better than anything else under the sun, Hinpoha loved to tell fortunes.
"Do you want me to tell yours, Sahwah?" she asked eagerly.
Sahwah agreed amiably; she did not care two straws about fortune-telling herself, but she knew Hinpoha's hobby and willingly submitted to countless "readings" of her future, in various ways, by the ardent amateur seeress.
Hinpoha shook the bottle energetically, and then watched intently as the petals gradually ceased whirling and came to rest at the bottom of the bottle.
"There is a stranger coming into your life," she began impressively, "awfully thin, and light."
"Like the syrup we had on our pancakes in the station this morning," murmured Migwan.
Sahwah and Gladys giggled; Hinpoha frowned. "All right, if you're going to laugh at me," she began.
"Go on, we'll be good," said Migwan hastily.
"Tell us some more about the light-haired stranger. Please tell us when he is coming into her life, so we can be there to see."
"He has already come," announced Hinpoha, after thoughtfully squinting into the bottle.