Jowasaloneinthetwilight，lyingontheoldsofa，lookingatthefire，andthinking。Itwasherfavoritewayofspendingthehourofdusk。Noonedisturbedher，andsheusedtoliethereonBeth’slittleredpillow，planningstories，dreamingdreams，orthinkingtenderthoughtsofthesisterwhoneverseemedfaraway。Herfacelookedtired，grave，andrathersad，fortomorrowwasherbirthday，andshewasthinkinghowfasttheyearswentby，howoldshewasgetting，andhowlittlesheseemedtohaveaccomplished。Almosttwenty-five，andnothingtoshowforit。Jowasmistakeninthat。Therewasagooddealtoshow，andby-and-byshesaw，andwasgratefulforit。
“Anoldmaid，that’swhatI’mtobe。Aliteraryspinster，withapenforaspouse，afamilyofstoriesforchildren，andtwentyyearshenceamorseloffame，perhaps，when，likepoorJohnson，I’moldandcan’tenjoyit，solitary，andcan’tshareit，independent，anddon’tneedit。Well，Ineedn’tbeasoursaintnoraselfishsinner，and，Idaresay，oldmaidsareverycomfortablewhentheygetusedtoit，but……“AndthereJosighed，asiftheprospectwasnotinviting。
Itseldomis，atfirst，andthirtyseemstheendofallthingstofive-and-twenty。Butit’snotasbadasitlooks，andonecangetonquitehappilyifonehassomethinginone’sselftofallbackupon。Attwenty-five，girlsbegintotalkaboutbeingoldmaids，butsecretlyresolvethattheyneverwillbe。Atthirtytheysaynothingaboutit，butquietlyacceptthefact，andifsensible，consolethemselvesbyrememberingthattheyhavetwentymoreuseful，happyyears，inwhichtheymaybelearningtogrowoldgracefully。Don’tlaughatthespinsters，deargirls，foroftenverytender，tragicromancesarehiddenawayintheheartsthatbeatsoquietlyunderthesobergowns，andmanysilentsacrificesofyouth，health，ambition，loveitself，makethefadedfacesbeautifulinGod’ssight。Eventhesad，soursistersshouldbekindlydealtwith，becausetheyhavemissedthesweetestpartoflife，iffornootherreason。Andlookingatthemwithcompassion，notcontempt，girlsintheirbloomshouldrememberthattheytoomaymisstheblossomtime。Thatrosycheeksdon’tlastforever，thatsilverthreadswillcomeinthebonniebrownhair，andthat，by-and-by，kindnessandrespectwillbeassweetasloveandadmirationnow。
Gentlemen，whichmeansboys，becourteoustotheoldmaids，nomatterhowpoorandplainandprim，fortheonlychivalryworthhavingisthatwhichisthereadiesttopaydeferencetotheold，protectthefeeble，andservewomankind，regardlessofrank，age，orcolor。Justrecollectthegoodauntswhohavenotonlylecturedandfussed，butnursedandpetted，toooftenwithoutthanks，thescrapestheyhavehelpedyououtof，thetipstheyhavegivenyoufromtheirsmallstore，thestitchesthepatientoldfingershavesetforyou，thestepsthewillingoldfeethavetaken，andgratefullypaythedearoldladiesthelittleattentionsthatwomenlovetoreceiveaslongastheylive。Thebright-eyedgirlsarequicktoseesuchtraits，andwilllikeyouallthebetterforthem，andifdeath，almosttheonlypowerthatcanpartmotherandson，shouldrobyouofyours，youwillbesuretofindatenderwelcomeandmaternalcherishingfromsomeAuntPriscilla，whohaskeptthewarmestcornerofherlonelyoldheartfor`thebestnevvyintheworld’。
JomusthavefallenasleepasIdaresaymyreaderhasduringthislittlehomily，forsuddenlyLaurie’sghostseemedtostandbeforeher，asubstantial，lifelikeghost，leaningoverherwiththeverylookheusedtowearwhenhefeltagooddealanddidn’tliketoshowit。But，likeJennyintheballad……