On the contrary, as Amarna sat well in the shadow, her face still hidden behind her veil, she greatly resembled a huge black blot.
"You are not the only child in your father's house," continued the high voice.

"You have a sister who is your very counterpart.

Both saw the light on the same day, March the seventh." The seeress went on with a detailed narration of various past events in Sara's life which caused her eyes to grow round with wonder.

The subsequent prediction of a most remarkable future, in which fate had apparently decreed that she should never marry but end her days as a successful conductor of an art needle-work emporium, sent her scurrying back to her friends divided between wonder of the mysterious being's power to depict the past and disgust at the prospect of such a hum-drum future.
"Do let me interview her next," pleaded Julia Emerson.

"But first I shall run up to my room and get my scarf.