"No; you needn't," Miss Philly said;
"you pick some more seeds for me, and
I'll--just look at it." She touched the
stained old book with shrinking fingertips;
the moldering leather cover and the
odor of soiled and thumb-marked leaves
offended her. The first page was folded
over, and when she spread it out, the
yellowing paper cracked along its ancient
creases; it was a map, with the signs
of the Zodiac; in the middle was a
single verse:

Mortal! Wouldst thou scan aright
Dreams and visions of the night?
Wouldst thou future secrets learn
And the fate of dreams discern?
Wouldst thou ope the Curtain dark
And thy future fortune mark?
Try the mystic page, and read
What the vision has decreed.

Philly, holding her red lip between
her teeth, turned the pages:

"MONEY. TO DREAM OF FINDING MONEY;
MOURNING AND LOSS.

"MONKEY. YOU HAVE SECRET ENEMIES.