The Mirror In The Front Hall

The luxurious house had a huge mirror in the front hall, a very old mirror, bought at least eighty years ago. A good-looking boy, a tailor's assistant (on Sundays an amateur athlete), stood there with a package. He gave it to one of the household who took it in to get the receipt. The tailor's assistant, left alone as he waited, went up to the mirror, looked at himself, and adjusted his tie. Five minutes later they brought him the receipt. He took it and went away. But the old mirror that had seen so much in its long life- thousands of objects, faces- the old mirror was full of joy now, proud to have embraced total beauty for a few moments.