The House of The Seven Gables by Nathaniel Hawthorne Chapter 6 Page 22

your hair, and come to my rooms in Central Street, I will seize the purest ray of sunshine, and make a picture of the flower and its wearer.” He retired towards his own solitary gable, but turned his head, on reaching the door, and called to Phoebe, with a tone which certainly had laughter in it, yet which seemed to be more than half in earnest.

“Be careful not to drink at Maule’s well!” said he. “Neither drink nor bathe your face in it!”

“Maule’s well!” answered Phoebe. “Is that it with the rim of mossy stones? I have no thought of drinking there, — but why not?”

“Oh,” rejoined the daguerreotypist, “because, like an old lady’s cup of tea, it is water bewitched!”