"Cross Mother Cockleshell's hand with silver and she'll tell the coming years truly." "Why do they call you Mother Cockleshell ?" demanded Miss Greeby, waiving the question of fortune-telling for the time being.
"Bless your wisdom, it was them fishermen at Grimsby who did so.

I walked the beaches for years and told charms and gave witchly spells for fine weather.

Gentilla Stanley am I called, but Mother Cockleshell was their name for me.

But the fortune, my tender Gentile--" "I don't want it told," interrupted Miss Greeby abruptly.

"I don't believe in such rubbish." "There is rubbish and there is truth," said the ancient gypsy darkly.
"And them as knows can see what's hidden from others." "Well, you will have an opportunity this afternoon of making money.