I will tell your fortune," she suddenly added, reaching for his hand.

"I have only known three that I could do it with honestly and truly, and you are one.

It is no lie.
There is something in it.

My mother had it; but it's all sham mostly." Then, under a tree on the green, he indifferent to village gossip, she took his hand and told him--not of his fortune alone.

In half-coherent fashion she told him of the past--of his life in the North.