“But I haven’t any more,” said Judy, in dismay.  “I didn’t expect to come, and it is all I have.”

“Oh, well,” grudgingly, “I will tell you a little.”

She took Judy’s hand in hers and studied the palm.

“You will live to be old,” she said, monotonously.  “There are double rings around your wrist.  You will marry a man with wealth and with gray eyes.”

“I don’t want to know that—­” said Judy, impatiently, to whom such matters were as yet unimportant.  “Tell me about—­about—­other things.”

“Hush,” said the gipsy, “I must say, what I must say.  You will go on a long journey.  It will be on the sea.  You will look for one who is lost.  You are a child of the sea—­” She flung Judy’s hand away from her.  “That is all,” she said, heavily, “I can tell you no more without more money.”

“Oh, oh,” cried Judy, breathlessly, “how did you know it.  How did you know that I was a child of the sea—­”

“What I tell, I know,” crooned the old woman, theatrically.  “I can tell nothing without silver.”

“But I haven’t any more money,” cried poor Judy.

“But a ring, a pin, they will do as well,"’ the old woman looked at her greedily.

“I don’t wear jewelry,” said Judy, “I don’t care for it.”

“A chain, a charm, then,” urged the old woman, whose eagle eyes had caught the outline of something that glittered beneath the thin lace collar of Judy’s gown.

“I have nothing.”

“There, there,—­what have you there?” and the yellow finger tapped Judy’s throat.

Judy drew back with a little shudder, and shook her head as she showed the thin gold chain with a pearl clasp on the end of which was a quaint silver coin.

“I couldn’t let you have this,” she said.  “My mother always wore it.  It is a Spanish coin.  My father found two of them on the beach near our home, and he gave mother one, and he kept the other—­they are just alike.  Oh, no, I couldn’t give you that—­”

“I will tell you many things—­about one who has gone away,” tempted the old woman.

For a moment Judy wavered.  “Oh, I can’t,” she decided.  “I can’t let you have this.”

The old woman got up.  “Then go,” she said roughly.

All at once there came over Judy a feeling of fear.  She turned quickly and saw the young leader in the door behind her.  There was something sinister in his looks, and between the two she felt trapped.

“Let me out,” she panted.  “Let me out.”

With a smile, the man in the door drew aside, and she stepped out into the daylight.  As she did so, he whispered to the old woman, “What did you get?”

“Nothing.  But the girl has on a chain with a pearl in it that would buy us food for a year.”

“Oh!”

He followed Judy quickly.

“Stay, and we will play for you,” he urged.

But her nerves were shaken.