if you find your Italian. The gypsy’s prophecy is beginning to come true. Well, good-bye again.”
“Now, don’t forget to write to me as soon as you arrive.”
“Oh, no, I won’t forget; good-bye;” and with a puff and a shriek the train was oft, and Brenda and Julia turned away from the station.
“What was the gypsy’s prophecy?” asked Julia, as the two cousins walked homeward.
For a moment Brenda hesitated. She had never told any one about her visit to the encampment, and on the whole she was disinclined to speak of it. She knew that Nora, too, had kept the secret until this last minute. Why, then, had she been so foolish as to speak of it now?
“I can’t explain very well,” she said to Julia, after a few minutes’ hesitation. “Nora and I had our fortunes told the other day by a gypsy, just by having our hands read, you know, and she said some things that seemed very interesting,—that is, they would be, if they should come true. She did say that she could see a wedding in the family, and that it would come off very soon. But the funny thing is, that I never thought of Agnes. I wondered whose wedding it could be. How do you suppose she knew?”
Julia smiled at the eagerness in her cousin’s tone. “I imagine that a wedding is part of the regulation prophecy of every fortune-teller. It would be strange if they did n’t hit the mark once in a while. But it would n’t do generally to pin one’s faith to what a fortune-teller says.
