This she did with all the pride of a young bride when she shows the glories of her trousseau to the friend of her bosom.

Jeannette stood by the while, removing one thing and exhibiting another.

Now and again through the performance, Mrs Greenow would rest a while from her employment, and address the shade of the departed one in terms of most endearing affection.

In the midst of this Mrs Jones came in; but the widow was not a whit abashed by the presence of the stranger.

"Peace be to his manes!" she said at last, as she carefully folded up a huge black crape mantilla.