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Finally Miss Clegg withdrew her hand, straightened out the resultant wrinkles in her mitt, and stalked away. Mrs. Lathrop sighed sadly, returned to her own rocker, and entered upon the course of a long day of patient waiting. It was about three in the afternoon that, to her great surprise, she saw Miss Clegg returning.
So saying, I swung to saddle, settled feet in stirrups and gripped the reins short in gloved hand. "An evil night, sir!" said Clegg. "And you won't take your pistols?" "No! Let go, Tom!" Back sprang the groom and, snorting joyfully, Wildfire sprang away.
But this is not exactly the sort of thing one finds it easy to confide to a policeman, be he ever so friendly a policeman. Cleggett Old Clegg, the copyreader Clegg, the commonplace C. J. Cleggett, the Brooklynite-this person whom young reporters conceived of as the staid, dry prophet of the dusty Fact was secretly a mighty reservoir of unwritten, unacted, unlived, unspoken romance.
Mother often said father's advantages was great, for you always knew where he was, 'n' 'f you drew down the shade you c'd tell him it was rainin' 'n' he could n't never contradick." Mrs. Lathrop nodded acquiescently but made no comment. Miss Clegg withdrew somewhat from her confidentially inclined attitude. "I won't be out in the mornin'," she said.
Miss Clegg and Mrs. Lathrop were sitting on the latter's steps about five o'clock one Sunday afternoon when Elijah Doxey came out of the former's house and walked away down town. "I wond " said Mrs. Lathrop. "I don't believe it," said Miss Clegg; "I know the way you look at it, Mrs. Lathrop, but I don't believe it.
"'N' about your cousin " But Miss Clegg was already started again. "I do get so aggravated when I think about the minister," she went on. "I was sayin' to Mrs. Macy yesterday 's it does seem 's 'f I have harder work keepin' on smilin' terms with my own minister 'n' even a Job might in reason look for.
Lathrop manoeuvred further. "I straightened it out!" she announced further. Miss Clegg approached the bed. "I don't believe 's it was ever broke," she said in deep disgust. "Dr. Brown said he wa'n't sure," the invalid continued, elongating and contracting herself, caterpillar-like, "he said 's he 'd wait the windin' " "Mrs. Lathrop," said Susan suddenly, "I 've jus' thought!
It goes without saying that Miss Clegg had very little sympathy with her friend's fancy-work and despised the slowness of its progress, but her contempt had no effect whatever upon Mrs. Lathrop, whose friendship was of that quality the basis of which knows not the sensation of being shaken.
Lathrop, to know as he'll be bound to wish himself back there many an' many time." "What " asked Mrs. Lathrop. "Oh, I'll find plenty to do," said Susan Clegg, "it ain't made a mite of difference in my life. I shall go on livin' just the same as ever. Nothin's changed for me just because for three months I had a man in the house.
Lathrop, you'd ought to 'a' seen him! He went from red to purple 'n' from purple to mos' black, 'n' his eyes stood right out, 'n' he shook his cane right in my face 'n' screamed loud enough to set the dead jumpin'. "'Susan Clegg, your father was a shark! Susan Clegg, your father was a skinflint! Susan Clegg, your father was a miser!
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