If one says the maiden has the dew of youth,--"But!" cry two or three mothers in a breath, "that other one, child, will never grow old.

With her it will always be morning.
That woman is going to last forever; ha-a-a-a!--even longer!" There was one direction in which the widow evidently had the advantage; you could see from the street or the opposite windows that she was a wise householder.

On the day they moved into Number 19 she had been seen to enter in advance of all her other movables, carrying into the empty house a new broom, a looking-glass, and a silver coin.

Every morning since, a little watching would have discovered her at the hour of sunrise sprinkling water from her side casement, and her opposite neighbors often had occasion to notice that, sitting at her sewing by the front window, she never pricked her finger but she quickly ran it up behind her ear, and then went on with her work.

Would anybody but Joseph Frowenfeld ever have lived in and moved away from the two-story brick next them on the right and not have known of the existence of such a marvel?
"Ha!" they said, "she knows how to keep off bad luck, that Madame yonder.