This time Amy was forced to bite her lips to keep from laughing. Musical appreciation had been left out of Amy’s composition. She could not recognize the most familiar air when she heard it hummed, and, as far as she could see, the only difference between a street band and a symphony orchestra was that one made more noise in proportion to the number of players. But even her amusement over the role of a musical genius, so unexpectedly assigned her, vanished when the red curtains parted and a tall woman came into the room. The discovery of her callers appeared to surprise Madame Planchet. "My assistant neglected to inform me that anyone wished to see me," she explained, in what Peggy mentally denominated as a "mincing voice." "You wish your fortunes told, of course. I give several grades of readings, ranging in price from twenty-five cents to a dollar." "I think the twenty-five cent ones will be all we can afford for to-day," said Peggy with an artlessness which would have made Amy smile, if the horror of her last visit had not been overshadowing her. "And please tell my friend’s fortune first. I want to know if she’s going to keep on being as lucky as she has been so far." Amy surrendered her hand to Madame Planchet’s inspection, and Peggy noted with sympathy that the girl’s face was colorless. She also improved the opportunity to study the appearance of the unconscious fortune teller. The woman’s heavy, coarse face gave conclusive proof of bad temper. The lines about her mouth, the furrow plowed between her brows, something in the glance of her restless black eyes, all indicated to Peggy that she would not scruple to take a cruel revenge on the unlucky person who offended her. "A very good hand." The voice was smooth. "I see a few illnesses in early childhood, but after the twelfth year there is no sign of sickness. You will live to a good old age and enjoy excellent health." Amy’s gasp was so pronounced that Peggy thought best to distract Madame Planchet’s attention by dropping her umbrella. As the clatter subsided, she picked it up again and begged pardon. "Other good fortune is in store for you," continued Madame Planchet. "I see a large amount of money coming to you soon. It is to be left you by a near relative. I should say a cousin, or possibly an uncle." She studied Amy’s palm with absorbed interest for a moment and started out on a new tack. "You have remarkable gifts in the line of music. I see that through their cultivation a great future will be open to you. There is fame in store. You will study abroad, and earn laurels as a singer." "Wonderful!" Peggy murmured abstractedly. And she was rewarded by a sudden convulsive twitch of Amy’s shoulders.