Madame Olga, queen of gypsies, pursued her trade with the greatest dignity. The old woman appeared frail, but she was far part being intimidated by any living soul.
One afternoon a gentleman, pompous and forbidding, enters her establishment.
"I want my fortune read at once," said he, "at once, do you hear? It must be accurate and I shall know if you're lying."
"For $20," the old woman began in her thick Hungarian accent, I shall read your future and you may ask three questions."
"About what?"
"About anything", says she.
"Isn't twenty dollars a lot of money?"
"Not too much ... Now what is your last question?"