Horatio Alger

“ It is Mrs. Pitkin, my employer's wife. Why should she dislike me?"
"There is an old man who likes you. That is the cause."
"I see. She doesn't want him to be kind to any one out of the family."
"That is all I have to tell you," said the fortune- teller abruptly. "You can go."
"You have told me strange things," said Phil. "Will you tell me how it is you know so much about a stranger?"
"I have nothing more to tell you. You can go!" said the veiled lady impatiently. ”

“ Oh, yes! she said I would make my fortune, but not in the way I expected."
"That is queer!" said Mr. Wilbur, interested. "What could she mean?"
"I suppose she meant that I would not save a competence out of five dollars a week."
"Maybe so."
"I have been thinking, Wilbur, you have an advantage over the young lady you are to marry. You know that you are to marry her, but she doesn't know who is to be her husband."
"That is true," said Wilbur seriously. "If I can find out her name, I will write her an anonymous letter, asking her to call on the veiled Lady." ”

“ A lady stands on the threshold as his steps turn away. She is thin and sharp-faced. She is not like the lady who welcomed the little child. Can you tell me who this boy is?" asked the fortune-teller, fixing her eyes upon Phil. ”