“I’m glad to hear it,” smiled Miss Deveen. “She’ll get some dinner, poor thing.”
Cattledon sniffed. “It’s not a month since she was here before.”
“And I’m sure if she came every week she’d be welcome to a meal,” spoke Miss Deveen. “Ah now, young ladies,” she went on in a joking tone, “if you wanted your fortunes told, Mrs. Ness is the one to do it.”
“Does she tell truth?” asked Helen eagerly.
“Oh, very true, of course,” laughed Miss Deveen. “She’ll promise you a rich husband apiece. Dame Ness is a good woman, and has had many misfortunes. I have known her through all of them.”
“And helped her too,” resentfully put in Cattledon.
“But does she really tell fortunes?” pursued Helen.
“She thinks she does,” laughed Miss Deveen. “She told mine once—many a year ago.”
“And did it come true?”
“Well, as far as I remember, she candidly confessed that there was not much to tell—that my life would be prosperous but uneventful.”