No name was asked for, however, as Miss Dowson was shown into the untidy little back room on the first floor, in which the sorceress ate, slept, and received visitors. She rose from an old rocking-chair as the visitor entered, and, regarding her with a pair of beady black eyes, bade her sit down. "Are you the fortune-teller?" inquired the girl. "Men call me so," was the reply. "Yes, but are you?" persisted Miss Dowson, who inherited her father's fondness for half crowns. "Yes," said the other, in a more natural voice. She took the girl's left hand, and pouring a little dark liquid into the palm gazed at it intently. "Left for the past; right for the future," she said, in a deep voice. She muttered some strange words and bent her head lower over the girl's hand. [Illustration: "She muttered some strange words and bent her head lower over the girl's hand."] "I see a fair-haired infant," she said, slowly; "I see a little girl of four racked with the whooping-cough; I see her later, eight she appears to be. She is in bed with measles." Miss Dowson stared at her open-mouthed. "She goes away to the seaside to get strong," continued the sorceress; "she is paddling; she falls into the water and spoils her frock; her mother----" "Never mind about that," interrupted the staring Miss Dowson, hastily. "I was only eight at the time and mother always was ready with her hands." "People on the beach smile," resumed the other. "They "It don't take much to make some people laugh," said Miss Dowson, with bitterness. "At fourteen she and a boy next door but seven both have the mumps." "And why not?" demanded Miss Dowson with great warmth. "Why not?" "I'm only reading what I see in your hand," said the other. "At fifteen I see her knocked down by a boat-swing; a boy from opposite brings her home." "Passing at the time," murmured Miss Dowson. "His head is done up with sticking-plaster. I see her apprenticed to a dressmaker. I see her----" The voice went on monotonously, and Flora, gasping with astonishment, listened to a long recital of the remaining interesting points in her career. "That brings us to the present," said the soothsayer, dropping her hand. "Now for the future." She took the girl's other hand and poured some of the liquid into it. Miss Dowson shrank back. "If it's anything dreadful," she said, quickly, "I don't want to hear it. It--it ain't natural." "I can warn you of dangers to keep clear of," said the other, detaining her hand. "I can let you peep into the future and see what to do and what to avoid. Ah!" She bent over the girl's hand again and uttered little ejaculations of surprise and perplexity.