I should have supposed that pretty face could manage they sort of matters for itself.

Eh ?" Rose, thus bluntly charged, confessed at once, and with many blushes and hesitations, made her soon understand that what she wanted was "To have her fortune told." "Eh?
Oh! I see.

The pretty face has managed it a bit too well already, eh?
Tu many o' mun, pure fellows?
Well, 'tain't every mayden has her pick and choose, like some I know of, as be blest in love by stars above.

So you hain't made up your mind, then ?" Rose shook her head.
"Ah--well," she went on, in a half-bantering tone.

"Not so asy, is it, then?
One's gude for one thing, and one for another, eh?
One has the blood, and another the money." And so the "cunning woman" (as she truly was), talking half to herself, ran over all the names which she thought likely, peering at Rose all the while out of the corners of her foxy bright eyes, while Rose stirred the peat ashes steadfastly with the point of her little shoe, half angry, half ashamed, half frightened, to find that "the cunning woman" had guessed so well both her suitors and her thoughts about them, and tried to look unconcerned at each name as it came out.
"Well, well," said Lucy, who took nothing by her move, simply because there was nothing to take; "think over it--think over it, my dear life; and if you did set your mind on any one--why, then--then maybe I might help you to a sight of him." "A sight of him ?" "His sperrit, dear life, his sperrit only, I mane.