The old woman looked up and almost smiled. Perhaps she could see a good joke herself. “It will—come—” she hesitated. The smoke was getting thin and its clouds were evidently difficult to translate. Finally she actually opened her mouth and swallowed what she could inhale of the vapor. Judith laughed outright, but Jane kept her eyes on the Indian in abject and wrapt attention. If she failed to “foretell” it would not be Jane’s fault. “Firehead shall have her wish,” she exclaimed triumphantly, and Mr. Allen jumped to his feet to put the period on the “Kibosh.” He had had enough of the Indian rubbish, and felt the girls had about all they could enjoy. It may seem bromidic to say the Indian rubbed her palms as Mr. Allen thrust his in his pockets, she may even have suffered some irritation from the smoke she had been gathering, at any rate when Mr. Allen handed her over a good clean green dollar, she all but kissed it, the girls would have testified. “From New York?” asked Woo Nah as they prepared to leave. “Yes,” replied Judith crisply. “Woo Nah has friend New York. He make beauty,” she patted her cheek to illustrate how her friend made beauty in New York. “Oh, a beauty doctor,” interrupted Jane. “Yes, he send to Woo Nah and Woo Nah give the beauty medicine.” She hobbled over to a box and raising the cover displayed a lot of dried herbs or possibly weeds. “Young lady like?” she asked. “Why, yes. If it will give us beauty,” replied Jane with a quizzical smile at Judith, who was whispering to Mr. Allen. “Make tea and wash hair with this,” and Woo Nah picked up a handful of the dried leaves. “I put the sunset water in bottle,” she took a small vial, into which she poured, from the big brown bottle, a very carefully measured out quantity of the colorless fluid. “This is for the face, and in the morning the beauty shines,” she declared. Jane accepted the little bottle with a show of gratitude. Judith was still the doubter, and made queer eyes during all the presentation speech. “We have had a lovely time,” she did take the trouble to express. “Woo Nah, when you come to New York to see your friend the beauty doctor, you must look for us. Ask for Wellington College,” she finished, and, as if both girls could imagine that old Indian paying them a social call at the aristocratic Wellington, Jane and Judith bolted for the cabin door, and breathed more freely when out again in the refreshing air and struggling sunshine. It had cleared now and the sun was coming out. “Oh, Aunt Mary!” exclaimed Jane contritely gathering up the bag and book. “Did we keep you too long?” “I have my book,” answered Miss Allen, who had been out of doors during all the seance. “Did you enjoy it?”