Chapter 23 THE THREE OLD WOMEN.

Why have we three gathered here,

With aching hearts and aching brain?

Death must fill another bier,

Before we three shall meet again.

"How do you do, madam? Anything in my way? Capital beets these-the most delicious spinach. Celery, bright and crisp enough to suit an alderman-sold five bunches for the supper-room at the City Hall, not h

            
            

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