You have known little of a roof, then.

RED ROWAN.
Aye, or of schooling. But forests are kind teachers, and have given me
much. There is a lore deeper than the lore of books. You too must know
it. For with lonely campfires and winding roads and sharp, white,
frosty stars one comes to gather wisdom. Schoolbooks may give you the
past, but it is in my blood to know----

WASHINGTON
(as she pauses).
The future--!

RED ROWAN
(slowly, gazing at fire).
Or so I tell myself. I must ofttimes make up fancies to help the long
days pass. (Rises.) Come, for a jest, let me read your palm, Master
Washington. And in after years you may say: "Why, so Red Rowan told
me!"

WASHINGTON.
Would you have me put faith in witchcraft?

RED ROWAN
(offended).Do I look like a witch? Nay, but you know right well I do not.
Come, let me read your hand. 'Tis a mere jest, and will do no harm, and
you need not believe a word I say.

WASHINGTON.
I will not, if it is flattering; for I have learned aforetime that