This seemed simple enough advice, but Judith flushed darkly, and several of the girls exchanged glances. Molly, for some reason, recalled what Judith had said about Professor Edwin Green.
Many of the other girls came in for knocks, but they were very skillful ones, deftly hidden under the guise of advice. To Jennie Wren the witch said:
“Be careful of your friends. Don’t ever cultivate unprofitable people.”
“You will always be very popular—if you stick to popular people.”
It was all soon over. Molly’s fortune had been left to the last. The strange witch had gone so quickly from one girl to another that they had scarcely time to take a breath between each fortune.
“As for you,” she said at last, turning to Molly, “I can only say that ‘kind hearts are more than coronets, and simple faith than Norman blood,’ and by the end of your freshman year you will be the most popular girl in college.”
“Who are you?” cried Molly, suddenly coming out of her dream.
“Yes, who are you?” cried Judith, breaking through the circle and seizing the witch by the arm.
With a swift movement the witch pushed her back and she fell in a heap on some girls who were still sitting on the floor.