"NO," said the widow, "you're shop-worn."
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"But I've most of the modern improvements," broke in the bachelor, desperately, "and I'm not second-hand, anyway!"
"No," said the widow, looking him over critically, "you're shop-worn. But, originally, you were an attractive article, and you're genuine and good style and well preserved, and if——"
"Well?" The bachelor looked up expectantly.
"If there WERE such a thing as 'trial marriages'—" The widow hesitated again.
"You'd give me a trial?" asked the bachelor eagerly.
"Oh," said the widow, studying the toes of her red slippers, "it wouldn't be—such a trial!"