I remember the tufts of gray hair above her blue eyes; the mole on the side of her aquiline nose; her pointed chin and small mouth.

She carried a cane in her bony right hand and the notion came to me that she was looking for bad boys who deserved a cudgeling.
Aunt Deel nodded and said: "Ayes, Kate--tell their fortunes if ye've anything to say--ayes!" She brought two sheets of paper and the old woman sat down upon the grass and began to write with a little stub of a pencil.

I have now those fateful sheets of paper covered by the scrawls of old Kate.

I remember how she shook her head and sighed and sat beating her forehead with the knuckles of her bony hands after she had looked at the palm of Amos.

Swiftly the point of her pencil ran over and up and down the sheet like the movements of a frightened serpent.