My high-school friends had their priorities straight: they knew not to become an “old maid” or an “old mom.”
Remember the days when an unmarried 16 year old was considered an old maid?
Of course, when it came from an old maid, it made a difference.
With eyes like those, said the old maid, one might even see through a door.
And they are like an old maid's pearls in connection with that middle-aged, one-horse little city.
That morning, however, it was for Madame Quenu that the old maid had a shock in store.
"I'm ready," said Rogron, coming in and carrying off the colonel, who bowed in a lover-like way to the old maid.
"Well, that's more than I can tell you," replied the old maid.
And nobody can twit me with being an old maid, neither, for when a lady's got money there's no such thing!
The Bondon had already disappeared within the old maid's bag.