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182 by a long rope to a fence, Nora noticed a tall youth lying on the grass.

“It’s your turn now, Nora,” cried Brenda, coming to the door of the van, and beckoning to her friend. Nora shook her head. She had no desire to have her fortune told.

“It’s getting late, and we ought to be turning home.”

“Nonsense!” cried Brenda, coming close to her, “you must go in; the gypsy expects it.”

“But I did n’t come out to-day just to please gypsies,” responded Nora. “I came to please you, because you wanted to have your fortune told. I’m not going to waste my money in that way, I can assure you.”

“Oh, that’s all right; I ’ve paid for you. You ’re my guest,” said Brenda, pushing Nora in the direction of the van.

“Was it really worth while?” she asked, as she stood half undecided what to do.

“Well, that’s one reason I want you to go. I’m anxious to hear what you think of her. She really told me a fine fortune.”

“Do you think it can come true?”

“Oh, I don’t see why not. Some things that she said were very interesting. Part of it can’t come true for ten years, and in ten years almost anything might happen. But do hurry, Nora, you are keeping her waiting.”

Nora’s stay in the van was shorter than that of Brenda’s, and she came out looking very much amused. “The most of my fortune is not to happen for twenty years, and I  don’t see how in the world I am ever to wait. She said