Tenth Evening"I knew an old maid," said the Moon. "Every winter she
wore a wrapper of yellow satin, and it always remained new, and was
the only fashion she followed. In summer she always wore the same
straw hat, and I verily believe the very same gray-blue
dress.
"She never went out, except across the street to an old
female friend; and in later years she did not even take this walk,
for the old friend was dead. In her solitude my old maid was always
busy at the window, which was adorned in summer with pretty
flowers, and in winter with cress, grown upon felt. During the last
months I saw her no more at the window, but she was still alive. I
knew that, for I had not yet seen her begin the 'long journey,' of
which she often spoke with her friend. 'Yes, yes,' she was in the
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