"What did she say，sister?" asked Mary.

"What did you think? How do you feel? Is she a real fortune-teller?" demanded the Misses Eshton.

"Now，now，good people," returned Miss Ingram，"don"t press upon me. Really your organs of wonder and credulity are easily excited: you seem，by the importance you all- my good mama included- ascribe to this matter，absolutely to believe we have a genuine witch in the house，who is in close alliance with the old gentleman. I have seen a gipsy vagabond; she has practised in hackneyed fashion the science of palmistry and told me what such people usually tell. My whim is gratified; and now I think Mr. Eshton will do well to put the hag in the stocks to-morrow morning，as he threatened."

Miss Ingram took a book，leant back in her chair，and so declined further conversation. I watched her for nearly half an hour: during all that time she never turned a page，and her face grew momently darker，more dissatisfied，and more sourly expressive of disappointment. She had obviously not heard anything to her advantage: and it seemed to me，from her prolonged fit of gloom and taciturnity，that she herself，notwithstanding her professed indifference，attached undue importance to whatever revelations had been made her.

Meantime，Mary Ingram，Amy and Louisa Eshton，declared they dared not go alone; and yet they all wished to go. A negotiation was opened through the medium of the ambassador，Sam; and after much pacing to and fro，till，I think，the said Sam"s calves must have ached with the exercise，permission was at last，with great difficulty，extorted from the rigorous Sibyl，for the three to wait upon her in a body.

Their visit was not so still as Miss Ingram"s had been: we heard hysterical giggling and little shrieks proceeding from the library; and at the end of about twenty minutes they burst the door open，and came running across the hall，as if they were half-scared out of their wits.