Hyman's charming illustrations enliven a rather weak story about a discontent young construction worker who visits a scam fortune teller. The young man is too dumb to notice that the predictions are worthless, but when the fortune teller disappears the young man takes his place and ends up becoming rich and famous after all.
Cute, but it didn't work for me on any emotional or moral level. The young man is a dumb cluck who just wants to be rich and have a hot wife, so I didn't feel any particular concern for his fate. And as a fortune teller he is just as much a cheat as the original, so why are we supposed to be happy for his success while the old man suffers various injuries? Just because he is young and handsome? Not good enough, sorry.