They say that there are some lines in your hand that mean wealth, and some health, and there are stars for success and crosses for losses and all sorts of signs." "Oh, how interesting!" cried Betty, again pausing in her story, and spreading out her little brown hands, to examine them, Eugenia held up one of her slim palms, and studied it intently, tracing the lines with a tapering white forefinger.
"Here's a star in my hand," she cried, excitedly, "and all sorts of queer lines and marks that I never noticed before.

I wonder which is the marriage line.

Oh, girls, I'm just wild to have my fortune told.

Let's ride down to the camp before lunch." "Costs too much," said Joyce, holding her sketch off at arm's length and studying the effect through half-shut eyes.

"Rob Moore said that his brother Edward went over to the camp with a party, several nights ago, and they had to pay a dollar apiece.