"Wah!"criedthemotherupohemirroredarmoireiersuitehtersnewinium."Youotputmirrorsatthefootofthebed.Allyourmarriagehappinesswillbouncebadturntheoppositeway."

    "Well,thatstheonlyplaceitfits,sothatswhereitstays,"saidthedaughter,irritatedthathermothersawbadomensihing.Shehadheardthesewarningsallherlife.

    Themotherfrowned,reagiwice-usedMacysbag."Hunh,luckyIfixitforyou,then."Andshepulledoutthegilt-edgedmirrorshehadboughtatthePriceClublastweek.Itwasherhousewarmi.Sheleaagainsttheheadboard,ontopofthetwopillows.

    "Youhangithere,"saidthemother,pointingtothewallabove."Thismirrorseesthatmirror—haule!—multiplyyourpeach-blossomluck."

    "each-blossomluck?"

    Themothersmiled,mischiefinhereyes."Itisinhere,"shesaid,pointingtothemirror."Lookiellme,amInht?Inthismirrorismyfuturegrandchild,alreadysittingonmylapspring."

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