tch-like than ever, with her head tied up in a flaming
yellow bandanna, and her shoulders wrapped in a great cloak covered
with cabalistic signs.

"Cross my hand with silver," she murmured, and Judy took out the only
piece of money she had with her--a silver quarter of a dollar.

The old woman looked at it with dissatisfaction. "That is not enough,"
she said. "I can tell you nothing for that."

"But I haven't any more," said Judy, in dismay. "I didn't expect to
come, and it is all I have."

"Oh, well," grudgingly, "I will tell you a little."

She took Judy's hand in hers and studied the palm.

"You will live to be old," she said, monotonously. "There are double
rings around your wrist. You will marry a man with wealth and with
gray eyes."

"I don't want to know that--" said Judy, impatiently, to whom such
matters were as yet unimportant. "Tell me about--about--other things."

"Hush," said the gipsy, "I must say, what I must say. You will go on a
long journey. It will be on the sea. You will look for one who is
lost. You are a child of the sea--" She flung Judy's hand away from
her. "That is all," she said, heavily, "I can tell you no more without
more money."

"Oh, oh," cried Judy, breathlessly, "how did you know it. How did you
know that I was a child of the sea--"

"What I tell, I know," crooned the old woman, theatrically. "I can
tell nothing without silver."

"But I haven't any more money," cried poor Judy.

"But a ring, a pin, they will do as well,"' the old woman looked at her
greedily.

"I don't wear jewelry," said Judy, "I don't care for it."

"A chain, a charm, then," urged the old woman, whose eagle eyes had
caught the outline of something that glittered beneath the thin lace
collar of Judy's gown.

"I have nothing."

"There, there,--what have you there?" and the yellow finger tapped
Judy's throat.

Judy drew back with a little shudder, and shook her head as she showed
the thin gold chain with a pearl clasp on the end of which was a quaint
silver coin.

"I couldn't let you have this," she said. "My mother always wore it.
It is a Spanish coin. My father found two of them on the beach near
our home, and he gave mother one, and he kept the other--they are just
alike. Oh, no, I couldn't give you that--"

"I will tell you many things--about one who has gone away," tempted the
old woman.

For a moment Judy wavered. "Oh, I can't," she decided. "I can't let
you have this.