"Yes. Don't believe it? But you dare not try."
"Ho! Dare not, indeed!" And she gives him her hand.
Now what's going to happen, thinks the looker-on.
"H'm. It's true, by the look of things," says the young man seriously. "No one has ever pressed your hand. But down there under the window—there's more than one that's stopped to look at your flowers."
"How do you—Oh, you don't know really, you're making it all up."
"Sh! I'm telling your fortune. Listen! But what's this I see? Well,
I'd never have thought…."
"What—what is it?" asks the girl anxiously.
"What it is I dare not say. Only I'd never have thought it."
"Oh—you only say that because you can't find anything proper to say at all."
"Shall I tell you what it is, then?" asks he, looking her straight in the eyes.