“But you said it would not come to anything,” interrupted Helen.
“Well, and no more it won’t: leastways, it seemed so by the cards; and it seemed to bring a bother with it—old folks pulling one way maybe, and young ’uns the other. You’ll have to wait a bit for the right gentleman, my pretty miss.”
“What stupid cards they are!” cried Helen, in dudgeon. “I dare say it’s all rubbish.”
“Any ways, you’ve had nothing bad,” said the old woman. “And that’s a priceless consolation.”
“It’s your turn now, Anna.”
“I won’t have mine told,” said Anna. “I’m afraid.”
“Oh, you senseless donkey!” cried Bill. “Afraid of a pack of cards!” So Anna laughed, and began.
“Ah, there’s more here,” said the old woman as she laid them out. “You are going through some great ceremony not long first. See here—crowds of people—and show. Is it a great ball, I wonder?”
“It may be my presentation,” said Anna.
“And here’s the wedding-ring!—and there’s the gentleman! See! he’s turning towards you; a dark man it is; and he’ll be very fond of you, too!—and——”