"Perhaps that means that you'll be a manufacturer of cloth," suggested Margaret. "Mine looks more like a cabbage than anything else. You don't think it can mean that I shall have to devote myself to that husband I pulled out of the cabbage patch?" "It may. Or it might mean that you'll be a gardener. Lots of women are going in for gardening now. By the time you're ready to start that may be a favored occupation for girls," said Dr. Watkins. "Here are several things that we can do one at a time while the rest of us are doing something else," said Helen. "They have to be done alone or the spell won't work." "Let's hear them," begged Gregory, while he and the others grouped themselves about the open fire in the living room and prepared to burn nuts. "The first one, according to Burns, is to go alone to the kiln and put a clew of yarn in the kiln pot." "What does that mean translated into Rosemont language?" demanded James. "James the Scotsman asks for information! However, there's some excuse for him. Translated into Rosemont language it means that you go to the laundry and put a ball of yarn into the wash boiler." "Easy so far." "Take an end of the ball and begin to wind the yarn into a new ball. When you come near the end you'll find that something or some one will be holding it--" "Roger, I'll bet!" "You demand to know the name of your future wife and a hollow voice from out the wash boiler will tell you her name." "I shan't try that one. There's too good a chance for Roger to put in some of his tricks. What's the next?" "Take a candle and go to the Witches' Cave--that's the dining room--and stand in front of the looking glass that's on a little table in the corner, and eat an apple. The face of your future wife or husband will appear over your shoulder." "I'll try that. I could stand a face that kept still, but to have an unknown creature pulling my yarn and bawling my wife's name would upset my nerves!" "Here's the last one. Go into the garden just as we did to pull the kale. Over at the right hand side there's a stack of barley. It's really corn, but we've re-christened it for tonight. You measure it three times round with your arms and at the end of the third round your beloved will rush into them." "If he proves to be my cabbage spouse you'll hear loud shrieks from little Margaret!" declared that young woman. "Here are my nuts to burn," said Ethel Blue, putting two chestnuts side by side on the hearth. "One is Della and the other is Ethel Blue," and she tapped them in turn as she gave them their names. "What's this for?" asked Della, hearing her name used. "This is to see if you and I will always be friends. That right hand nut is you and the left hand is me--no, I." Conscientious Ethel Blue interrupted herself to correct her grammar. "If we burn cosily side by side we'll stay friends a long time, but if one of us jumps or burns up before the other, she'll be the one to break the friendship."