She and Portia had been consulting, as they often did, _Mme. Vavasour's Gypsy-Witch Fortune Teller_; a useful volume they had found in Mrs. Brace-Gideon's library. The only parts they really read were those concerning people born under the sign of Libra, as Portia and Lucy both had been, within a week of one another, early in October. "You are inordinately fond of luxury," Madame Vavasour had informed them. "All the appointments and appurtenances of the _haut monde_--Lucy had some trouble reading _haut monde_ out loud, but it didn't matter--are to you as the glowing candle-flame is to the fluttering moth. Visits to elegant spas and watering places, luxurious railroad travel, fine horses, fine wines and impeccable _cuisine_, are hardly less than necessities to one of your elegant and pleasure-loving tastes. If you are a member of the fair sex, you will concern yourself with naught but the most exquisite gems, the finest furs, the handsomest members of the opposite sex--" "The heck with the handsomest members of the opposite sex," Portia had interrupted. "What I like is the part about fine horses and luxurious railroad travel." "Well, I don't mind about the exquisite gems and finest furs," Lucy confessed, giving herself a sideways glance in the mirror. She was fairly sure she was going to be pretty when she grew up; in fact, she thought she might be starting to be already. However, they knew that section of the _Gypsy-Witch Fortune Teller_ by heart, so they skipped it today and went on to the section called: "The Inner Sanctum: Mme. Vavasour's Incomparable and Invaluable Compendium of Mystic Insights. Supernaturally-Directed Counsels on Matters of Health, Money, and the Heart; also a Definitive Listing of the True Meaning and Prophecies of Dreams." "Wow!" Lucy said the first time she read it. "And look; she's got twelve pages, a page for each month, for every single sign of the Zodiac. They tell you what to expect and what to do about it and all." "Now how could she know, though," Portia had objected. "I mean how could she know about _now_? The book came out in 1889, for goodness' sake!" "I don't know. She probably had some sort of secret power or something: after all she was right about our characters, wasn't she? Luxury-loving and generous and kind-hearted, and all. You know that's the way we are, Portia, even if some people don't realize it." "Well, I guess so. I hope so," Portia said a little dubiously. She was the one who had the book today--they were very strict about taking turns--and as she riffled through the pages, she was stopped for a moment by the Dream section. She usually was. "Listen; did you know that if you dream about darning socks, it means you're going to find money in the street?" "No. And I don't think that's very useful information; how can you make yourself dream about darning socks? I never dreamed about that in my whole life."