Hit's de galluses what I see in de bottom ob yer cup!" "Do you m-mean suspenders ?" laughed Annette.
Aunt Melvy did, not hear her; she was looking over the cup into space, swaying and moaning.
"To t'ink ob my ole missus' gran'chile bein' mixed up wif a gallus lak dey hang de niggers on! But hit's dere, jus' as plain as day, de two poles an' de cross-beam." Ruth laughed as she looked into the cup.
"Is it for me ?" "Don't know, honey; de signs don't p'int to no one person: but hit's in yer life, an' de shadow rests ag'in' you." By this time Martha was at the door, urging the others to hurry.

Her face was pale and her eyes were troubled.

Ruth saw her nervousness and slipped her arm about her.

"It's all in fun," she whispered.
"Of course," said Annette.

"You m-mustn't mind her foolishness.
Besides, I g-got the worst of it.