Both the girls would have been surprised to see what a hearty meal Mrs.Jasher made that evening, when she was up and dressed.
Perhaps she felt that her strength needed keeping up, but she certainly partook largely of the delicate dinner provided by Jane, who was a most excellent cook.
After dinner, Mrs.Jasher lay on a pink couch in the pink parlor by a splendid fire, for the night was cold and raw with a promise of rain.
The widow had a small table at her elbow, on which stood a cup of coffee and a glass of liquor.

The rose-colored curtains were drawn, the rose-shaded lamps were lighted, and the whole interior of the cottage looked very comfortable indeed.

Mrs.Jasher, in a crocus-yellow tea-gown trimmed with rich black lace, reclined on her couch like Cleopatra in her barge.

In the pink light she looked very well preserved, although her face wore an anxious expression.

This was due to the fact that the mail had come in and the three letters brought by the postman had to do with creditors.