Half a love . . .
WIDOWS
A WIDOW is a fascinating being with the flavor of maturity, the spice of experience, the piquancy of novelty, the tang of practiced coquetry, and the halo of one man's approval.
Second mourning is that interesting period, at which a widow continues to weep with one eye while she begins to flirt with the other.
When a widow comes in at the door, a debutante's chances fly out of the window.
No matter how many wrinkles a widow may have in her face, she always has enough at her fingertips to offset them.
Even a dead husband gives a widow some advantage over a spinster; the very debts her husband left afford her something to boast about to the unmarried woman who has only her own board bills to pay.
A girl takes a man for better or for worse—but a widow merely takes him for granted.