thirty. Death by accident. Don't hesitate. What is my calling?"
"Of course we don't believe it," she said, reassured by his laugh, "but truly, yours is the hand of an evangelist!"
"Please tell that to Granny."
"Indeed, no! Granny thinks fortune-telling dreadfully wicked."
"Still she believes in dreams?"
"There is something strange about Granny. She really has premonitions. Much as father taboos everything bordering on the supernatural he always is guided by her advice on every new undertaking."
"Very natural as she is his mother and also a level-headed woman; a really remarkable one. But please go on. An evangelist—?"
"Should be," she corrected; "but something interferes."
"Death, probably, as my life line is broken in both hands; then, too, the 'good die young.'"
"It is a curious hand," she stammered. "I don't know much about palmistry anyway."
