Tibbie obeyed.
“It’s like a book,” cried Victoria.
“It’s a letter,” said Hector.
“Oh, Tibbie, what does it mean?” inquired the perplexed Hope.
Tibbie was slightly puzzled too; the rules of her simple art gave her no assistance.
“Well, bairns, I canna just tell—wait a minute. Ay, Miss Hope, that’s it—the young lady will get her fortune out of a book.”
“Out of a book, Tibbie?”
“Deed, ay, Miss Hope; we’re no to ken hoo till the time comes—but see if she disna get her fortune out of a book.”
Hope drew back to cogitate; she could make nothing of this mysterious deliverance of Tibbie’s.
By and by, Adam Graeme’s old-fashioned, brown-hooded conveyance (all classes of vehicles are called by the generic name, conveyance, in Fendie), driven by “Mossgray’s man,” Saunders Delvie, arrived to take Lilias home. Hope accompanied her to the door.