ew to the floor. Everybody raced across the
room to examine the results.

"Mine is B," Dicky said.

"And mine's an O," Rosie declared, "as plain as anything. What's
yours, Maida?"

"It's an X," Maida answered in great perplexity. "I don't believe
that there are any names beginning with X except Xenophon and
Xerxes."

"Well, mine's as bad," Laura laughed, "it's a Z. I guess I'll be
Mrs. Zero."

"That's nothing," Arthur laughed, "mine's an &--I can't marry anybody
named ----'and.'"

"Well, if that isn't successful," Laura said, "there's another way
of finding out who your husband or wife's going to be. You must walk
down the cellar-stairs backwards with a candle in one hand and a
mirror in the other. You must look in the mirror all the time and,
when you get to the foot of the stairs, you will see, reflected in
it, the face of your husband or wife."

This did not interest the little children but the big ones were wild
to try it.

"Gracious, doesn't it sound scary?" Rosie said, her great eyes
snapping. "I love a game that's kind of spooky, don't you, Maida?"

Maida did not answer. She was watching Harold who was sneaking out
of the room very quietly from a door at the side.

"All right, then, Rosie," Laura caught her up, "you can go first."

The children all crowded over to the door leading to the cellar. The
stairs were as dark as pitch. Rosie took the mirror and the candle
that Laura handed her and slipped through the opening. The little
audience listened breathless.

They heard Rosie stumble awkwardly down the stairs, heard her pause
at the foot. Next came a moment of silence, of waiting as tense
above as below. Then came a burst of Rosie's jolly laughter. She
came running up to them, her cheeks like roses, her eyes like stars.

They crowded around her. "What did you see?" "Tell us about it?"
they clamored.

Rosie shook her head. "No, no, no," she maintained, "I'm not going
to tell you what I saw until you've been down yourself."

It was Arthur's turn next. They listened again. The same thing
happened--awkward stumbling down the stairs, a pause, then a roar of
laughter.

"Oh what did you see?" they implored when he reappeared.

"Try it yourself!" he advised. "I'm not going to tell."

Dicky went next. Again they all listened and to the same mysterious
doings. Dicky came back smiling but, like the others, he refused to
describe his experiences.

Now it was Maida's turn. She took the candle and t