"She is to be the bearer of glad tidings," and giving her eyes another dab she hurried away to the house.
She found Constance alone in the library, instructing herself with an article on mushroom culture.
"I can read your palm without looking at it, pretty lady," bubbled Polly.

"A large blond gentleman with handsome blue eyes and a million dollars in his pocket is about to offer you a proposal of marriage." Constance, suppressing a rising resentment, turned the leaf of her mushroom article.

The next page began a startling political series, which demanded of the public in violent headlines: "Who Spends Your Money ?" but Constance perused it carefully without noticing the difference.
"I've had my palm read before," she presently observed.
"You don't seem to be alive to the shock I'm giving you," protested Polly.

"Really, girlie, I have some big news for you.

Johnny Gamble has finished the making of his million!" "I wish that word million had never been invented!" suddenly flared Constance.