Winifred smiled as she held it out and said—
"If it will give you any satisfaction."
"It is not for my satisfaction, but for your own."
She examined her hand closely, it was beautiful, well shaped, and daintily pink.
"You have had trouble."
Winifred started; then she thought, "She knows who I am, and that my father has been ill; how absurd of me."
"You are happy again. There will be no more clouds. There is someone coming from across the seas. He is a good man and generous. Strange, very strange!"
"What is strange?" asked Winifred.
"There is much money coming to you. See, look at that mark."
There was a tiny line on her hand, and as Winifred looked at it the mark seemed to grow larger.