Children's stories; Girls -- Conduct of life -- Juvenile fiction
Then Molly's turn came. Her fate was quickly spoken.
"Yours is a husband six feet tall, and your children will number
nineteen, as they sit about your meagre table."
Molly groaned, as she yielded her place to Florence.
"I see a lordly house, richly furnished and filled with servants.
Within is a devoted husband who watches over a wife with golden
hair."
"How elegant!" said Polly. "Now it's my turn." And she held out
her hand with a smile.
"You will suffer much and have much happiness," the voice went on.
"You will love deeply and be loved in return, and the end will
more than repay the beginning."
"Isn't that queer!" And Polly withdrew, to ponder on her mystical
fortune.
"Now Jessie," said Mrs. Adams; "see what fate has in store for
you."
"I'm half afraid," she said, laughing.
"Love, happiness, and sunshine," was what she heard. "A tiny
cottage simply furnished with a teapot and eleven cats."
There was a shout.
"Now, Alan."
The brown hand trembled a little, and the eyes under the veil
looked right into Alan's, as she spoke. "Some pain, much joy; a
slow, even growth into a glorious manhood that knows no wrong, but
lives for truth. Whatever else maybe is hidden from my sight."
"What a splendid one, Alan!" exclaimed Polly, her face flushing,
as she took in all the meaning of the words.
And Katharine added quietly,--
"You have read us very well, Aunt Ruth."
"Mamma?" exclaimed Molly and Alan, in a breath.
"Yes, mamma," answered Mrs. Hapgood's voice, as she quickly shed
her wrappings. "I thought I would have a finger in this pie, too.
But how did you know me so soon, Katharine?"
"I knew nobody else would say what you did, for it was just a part
of our talk the other day," she replied, as she unpinned the thick
veil from Mrs. Hapgood's hair.
"Good-night, Mrs. Adams," said Jean, as they stood grouped about
her in the hall. "This has been a lovely Hallowe'en, and I shall
always remember it, I know."
"I hope you will, too, till next year," added Alan suggestively,
as he went out into the bright starlight.
CHAPTER IX.
THE NEW READING CLUB.
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