"You say it, Ginnie," said her sister; "but whose turn first?" The two amateur sorcerers, with fingers under the key-ring, sat face to face in the dim light of the candle, their right elbows resting on their knees as they bent forward to hold the Bible between them. The others stood about with countenances expressing curiosity and amusement. "Rachel first," said Henry Miller; "everybody wants to know who in thunderation Rache _will_ marry, ef she ever marries anybody. I don't believe even the Bible can tell that. Turn fer Rachel Albaugh, and let's see how it comes out. Say the verse, Ginnie." "Letter A," said Virginia Miller, solemnly; and then she repeated the words like a witch saying a charm: "'Intreat me not to leave thee, or to return from following after thee: for whither thou goest, I will go; and where thou lodgest, I will lodge: thy people shall be my people, and thy God my God: where thou diest will I die, and there will I be buried.'" The key did not turn. It was manifest, therefore, that Rachel would never marry any man whose name began with the first letter of the alphabet. The letter B was called, and again the solemn charm was repeated; the company resting breathless to the end. The Bible and key refused to respond for B, or C, or D, or E, or F. But when Ginnie Miller announced "Letter G," it was with a voice that betrayed a consciousness of having reached a critical point in her descent of the alphabet; there was a rustle of expectation in the room, and even McGill, standing meditatively with his hands behind his back, shifted his weight from his left foot to his right so as to have a better view of any antics the Bible might take a notion to perform. Just as Virginia Miller reached the words "and where thou diest will I die," the key slipped off Sophronia's fingers first, and the book fell to the floor. "G stands for Grayson," said Magill gravely, but he pronounced his "G" so nearly like "J" that a titter went around the room. "Don't you know better than to spell Grayson with a J, Mr. Magill?" asked Rachel. Magill did not see the drift of the question, and before he could reply, Lockwood, without looking up, broke in with: "What are you talking about, all of you? It's not the last name, it's the given name you go by." "Oh!" cried Mely McCord, in mild derision, "George begins with G. I didn't think of that." "Yis," said Magill, reflectively, "that's a fact; George does begin with jay too." "I tell you it's the last name," said Tom, laughing.