"He has been very kind, then, and you ought to be a very happy girl," he answered; "yet you were looking rather grave and thoughtful this evening as I came around the curve. Was your book so very interesting?"
"It failed to awaken an interest in me," she answered, simply, "for I was thinking of other things."
"Of weighty and momentous matters, no doubt," he commented.
"Perhaps so," she answered. "Come now, Mr. Dane, guess what I have been doing this evening."
"It would be a hard task to follow the movements of so erratic a star as Miss Bonnibel Vere," he said in a light tone of railery, yet looking at her with all his manly heart in his large, dreamy, dark eyes. "Do not keep me in suspense, fair lady, this sultry evening. Confess."
She looked up, and, meeting his ardent glance, dropped her eyes until the long, curling lashes hid them from view. A scarlet banner fluttered into her cheeks like a danger signal.
"I have been getting my fortune told—there!" said she, laughing.
"Whew!" said Mr. Dane in profound surprise. "Getting your fortune told! And by whom, may I ask?"
"Oh, by a horrid old crone who stepped into my path on my way here and demanded a piece of silver and wished to foretell my future. Of course, I do not believe in such things at all, but I humored the poor old soul just for fun, you know, and a dreadful prediction she gave me for my money."