He shook his head.
"I don't believe in fortune-tellers," he said.
"Don't you? Let me convince you of my power. Give me your hand."
There seemed a fascination about the woman, and almost involuntarily he suffered her to take his hand.
"You look prosperous," she began abruptly, "but your life has been full of poverty and privation. Is this true?"
"Yes," answered Jed, impressed in spite of himself by the woman's words.
"Shall I tell you where your early years were passed?"
"No," answered Jed, with a quick look at Chester. He did not care to have the boy hear that his life had been passed in the Scranton poorhouse.
"You are right. The knowledge could do no good and might embarrass you. You admit that I have told the truth?"
"Yes."