Chapter Twelve“Well?” Mother asked when we returned home, for Amy was spending the night at Winter Lodge. “Did you see your husband in the Lover's Pool?”
“Amy said she saw hers.” I was still confused by the night's events.
“Who did you see?” Mother asked.
“Derek Pringle,” Amy's eyes were wide with wonder, making her look like a girl of 15 rather than a woman of 23. “I saw his face as clearly as I see yours, Mrs Moffat.”
“Then that is your future assured, Amy. All you need do now is follow your heart and see if it leads to Mr Pringle.”
“It will,” Amy said.
Mother nodded. “Sometimes, these old practices are more helpful than we realise.”
“I've never heard of that one before,” I said, grumpily. “It's a silly superstition.”
“Perhaps.” Mother ushered us back up the stairs, with the flam
