If she'd been the seventh child _of_ a seventh child then she'd have been a 'spey wife' and foreseen the future, but she wasn't that exactly.

She came very near to it once, though, and that's what I want to tell you about.

Uncle Gordon was going to London, and, the day before he started, Auntie was sitting alone in the garden.

She hadn't been very well, so she was just leaning back in a deck-chair resting.

She wasn't asleep; she was looking at the view and thinking how lovely it all was.