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"The Old Woman's Tale" is a short story by Nathaniel Hawthorne, included in his collection "Twice-Told Tales", first published in 1837.
In ¡°The Old Man¡¯s Tale,¡± Hawthorne presents a narrative within a narrative. The story begins with a group of young people gathering around a fireplace on Christmas Eve to listen to an old woman tell a story. She tells her story of her encounters with the supernatural in her own youth, including mystical encounters with strangers and prophetic dreams.
Like many of Hawthorne's stories, "An Old Woman's Tale" explores themes of fate, guilt, and the supernatural. It is also an exploration of storytelling itself, with Hawthorne using the framing device of young people listening to an old woman's stories to comment on the power of narrative and the intergenerational transmission of folklore and tradition.

Summary
In the house where I was born, there used to be an old woman crouching all day long over the kitchen fire, with her elbows on her knees and her feet in the ashes. Once in a while she took a turn at the spit, and she never lacked a coarse gray stocking in her lap, the foot about half finished; it tapered away with her own waning life, and she knit the toe-stitch on the day of her death. She made it her serious business and sole amusement to tell me stories at any time from morning till night,

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An Old Woman's Tale