“Sure! sure! that’s it,” they exclaimed.
“Well, try your luck, Mary,” said Sally.
Mary’s paring was flung and it formed an O.
“Old maid, Mary!” teased Sally.
“I don’t believe it,” said Mary.
“Come, Alta,” said Sally, “come, yours next.”
Alta’s paring broke as it dropped.
“What does that mean?” she asked.
“Broken hearts, we always used to say,” said Mrs. Moffat.
“Oh, that’s bad fortune,” said Alta; “it can’t be true.”