“Will you tell them out here—where we all can listen?” asked Marie.
“No indeed—I don’t want any one to hear mine!” exclaimed Natalie, quickly.
“It is not done so,” explained the Gypsy. “Each one has her own fortune—it is for herself alone. I will not tell them in public,” and she seemed determined.
“I guess that would be better,” agreed Mabel. “We can go, one at a time, into this little room off the library. Who’ll be first.”
“Let me!” begged each of the boys.
“This is only for us girls,” rebuked Alice, “you may go practice bridge, whist, or chess.”
“Will you tell us your fortunes afterward?” asked Blake.
“Never—not until they come true!” laughed Natalie.
“I will tell yours first,” spoke the Gypsy, looking at Natalie with what the others thought a strange glance. “I can see you have much of a fortune in your hand—and—in your face.”
“Oh, how romantic! Well, I’m ready,” and Natalie went into a small room, opening off the library, with the Gypsy maiden.