"You will have the best possession the earth can give, a contented
mind. I see in the future a little house presided over by a
strong, quiet woman whose life is in her home."

Then Molly's turn came. Her fate was quickly spoken.

"Yours is a husband six feet tall, and your children will number
nineteen, as they sit about your meagre table."

Molly groaned, as she yielded her place to Florence.

"I see a lordly house, richly furnished and filled with servants.
Within is a devoted husband who watches over a wife with golden
hair."

"How elegant!" said Polly. "Now it's my turn." And she held out
her hand with a smile.

"You will suffer much and have much happiness," the voice went on.
"You will love deeply and be loved in return, and the end will
more than repay the beginning."

"Isn't that queer!" And Polly withdrew, to ponder on her mystical
fortune.

"Now Jessie," said Mrs. Adams; "see what fate has in store for
you."

"I'm half afraid," she said, laughing.