The train had not arrived when the ladies alighted at the depot, but
the ever-acute widow instructed her servant man not to drive away,
but to wait and see if any parcels had been sent from Portland. She
did not expect any parcels from Portland, but she wished all the
neighbors who might be going on the train to see her man with the
buggy, in case they might imagine she had come in the carriage with
William. When they got on board the train, of course, her
brother-in-law took a seat with her and Miss Cuthbert, but the
widow pretended to be engrossed in a novel, leaving the younger
lady to carry on the conversation. A boy approached with "prize
packages" of candies, and William, buying two, handed them to the
ladies, requesting them to see what fortune had in store for them.
Miss Cuthbert opened hers eagerly, and, amidst the almonds and
lozenges, discovered a gilt brooch, which she laughingly fastened
on her breast. William offered to open the widow's for her, but she
interrupted him, saying:

"My fortune has been told already, give it to Miss Cuthbert."

"Oh, yes! give it to me," said the sprightly girl, and hastily
opening it, she poked amongst the candies and pulled out a small
article rolled in tissue paper; unrolling the paper eagerly she
disclosed _a plain gilt ring_.

"Put that on, also," said Mrs. Clarkson.

"Oh, no!" answered Miss Cuthbert, "I will try to get some one to put
it on for me."