on the bay, and two white sails glistening far away over the water.
Above, the blue, shining sky; and below, the blue shining sea.

"It seems clever to have a pleasant day," said Mrs. Davids, sighing.

Mrs. Davids said every thing with a sigh, and now she wiped her eyes
also on her calico apron. She was a woman with a complexion like faded
sea-weed, who seemed always pitying herself.

"I tell them," said she, "I have had real hard luck. My husband is
buried away off in California, and my son died in the army, and he is
buried away down South. Neither one of them is buried together."

Then she sighed again. Twice, this time.

"And so," she continued, taking out a pinch of bayberry snuff, "I am
left alone in the world. _Alone_, I say! why, I've got a daughter, but
she is away out West. She is married to an engineer-man. And I've got
two grandchildren."

Mrs. Davids took the pinch of bayberry and shook her head, looking as
though that was the "hardest luck" of all.

"Well, everybody has to have their pesters, and you'll have to take
yours," rejoined Miss Persis Tame, taking a pinch of snuff--the real
Maccaboy--twice as large, with twice as fierce an action. "I don't know
what it is to bury children, nor to lose a husband; I s'pose I don't;
but I know what it is to be jammed round the world and not have a ruff
to stick my head under. I wish I had all the money I ever spent
travelling,--and _that's_ twelve dollars," she continued, regretfully.