By Nathaniel Hawthorne
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The light of the fire fell on the little group of people. The light touched the father's strong arms and the mother's gentle smile. It touched the young man's proud face, and the daughter's shy one. It warmed the old grandmother, still knitting in the corner. She looked up from her knitting and, with her fingers still knitting, she said, "Old people have their secrets, just as young people do."
The old woman said she had made her funeral clothes...