“‘What did it say?’ I asked.
“‘It said that if I died you must marry a fat woman.’
“‘I will,’ I said, and I went to sleep again. Presently she woke me.
“‘The little baby has been here again, and it says you must marry a woman over thirty, and who’s had two husbands.’
“I didn’t go to sleep after that for a long time, aunt; but when I did she woke me.
“‘The baby has been here again,’ she said, ‘and it says you mustn’t marry a woman with a mole.’ I told her I wouldn’t; and the next day she died.”
“That was a vision from the Redeemer,” said Tant Sannie.
The young man nodded his head mournfully. He thought of a younger sister of his wife’s who was not fat, and who had a mole, and of whom his wife had always been jealous, and he wished the little baby had liked better staying in heaven than coming and standing over the wagon-chest.
“I suppose that’s why you came to me,” said Tant Sannie.
“Yes, aunt. And pa said I ought to get married before shearing-time. It is bad if there’s no one to see after things then; and the maids waste such a lot of fat.”