Phillipa had been considering. "Girls let's go," she exclaimed. "Mrs. Barrington didn't actually forbid it. She said: 'Girls I hope none of you will be foolish enough to spend your money on such nonsense. Those people are generally impostors.' I'd like to have a peep into the future. There's a young man I am interested in. Now, if he's all fair and square and means business--" "You're always on the anxious seat of lovers," said Louie, "and you seem to have them by dozens." "I want the very best and richest. Girls, my mother was married when she was seventeen, and I'll be nineteen in June; but she didn't go to boarding school for three years and waste her time." "And I want a tour abroad--a winter or summer in Paris--which is most attractive, and there may be a little chance of some one leaving father a fortune. Oh, let us go--just for the fun if nothing else," and Louie glanced up in her radiant prettiness. There is something tempting to the young in a peep in the wide mysterious future. Joys and the so-called good luck are delights to hope for and it is seldom that any dark pages are unfolded to youth. So the girls talked and agreed to go the next afternoon. Examinations were in the morning and the girls had the afternoon to themselves. Four were going to a musicale, half a dozen to do some last shopping. "We'll put on something out of the ordinary line," said Phil. "Hoods and veils and I'll wear my old gray coat. Mother would make me bring it and I've not had it on once. We'll trot across the park, shortest route, and hold our heads down." "And then run round to Crawford House and have some hot chocolate," said Zay. It was a winter when Tam o' Shanters were all the rage. Zay had a white one with two fluffy rose-colored rosettes. As she passed through the hall she saw Clara Arnold's blue one lying on the bed. She had always tabooed blue. Now with a sudden impulse she put it on. Clara had gone to the musicale and would not be home until late. Then she gathered up her curls and stuffed them in the crown. Yes, she did suggest the Boyd girl. The resemblance teased her, and the girls had found that out. She wound a veil around her head and they stole through the hall when it was deserted and went scuddering through the Park. It was a cloudy afternoon, not one to go out for pleasure, and then everybody had wanted to go down town. Mrs. Trenham lived in the corner house. There was a garden space between, then a high fence. Phillipa rang the bell. A rather unkempt, middle-aged woman answered it. "Could we see the Clairvoyant?" "Well," hesitatingly. "All of you? I'm rather--yes, walk in." The room was untidy, the books on the table dusty, and some clothing thrown over several chairs.