"Oh, I saw it over my right shoulder!" cried Molly gayly. "Don't you
long to hear what wish I made?"
"Not half so much as you long to tell it," replied Morton cruelly.
"How snubbed I feel!" she sniffed, amid the laughter, making a face at
him. "But if you knew it included you--Mr. Garth, do you believe in
omens?"
"Really, Miss Molly, I never thought--in fact, I don't know of any, do
I? What omens?"
"Oh, that you're going to quarrel, if you spill the salt, and that it's
bad luck to step over a crack in the floor, and you musn't begin things
on Friday, and"--
"Molly, what nonsense! I thought we agreed to forget all that kind of
thing when the mirror broke," said Morton.
"Yes; when instead of bringing us misfortune it brought us comfort. Did
we ever tell you about that, Mr. Garth?" asked Sara; then, as he gave a
negative sign, she repeated the story.
He listened interestedly.
"Where did you live, then, Miss Olmstead?"
"In Killamet--a tiny fishing-village on the coast. We are the children
of a fisherman, perhaps you know."
"You?" surprisedly. "I would never have thought it! I supposed"--He
stopped in some confusion, and colored.
"Say it out!" urged Morton.
"Yes, relieve your mind," added Molly; "it won't stand too much
pressure.
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