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Updated: June 14, 2025
Phebe crushed the cigarette in her fingers. Suddenly she was nervous. "It's natural I have changed a lot," she said. "If you hear me saying anything rough pinch me." Richmond Braley was standing beside his house in the muddy clothes in which he had labored on the roads, and Mrs. Braley and Hannah came eagerly forward. Behind them sounded Susan's racking cough.
Susan's little brothers had held her gown fast, to prevent her from moving at the beginning of this contest, and she was now so much interested to see the end of it, that she stood still, without making any resistance. "Is anyone here amongst yourselves a judge of silver?" said the old man. "Yes, here's the butcher's boy," said the attorney's son; "show it to him."
I'd been waiting to send one to Irma Linton, who sat two seats in front of me. The girl between us wouldn't pass it. So I threw it, and it went further than I thought." Susan's fascinating giggle burst forth anew. She rocked to and fro in merriment at the recollection. Mary found herself laughing in concert. Just then the opening bell clanged forth its harsh note of warning.
This was Susan's heritage Quaker discipline and austerity lightened by her father's independent spirit and by the kindly understanding of her mother who had not forgotten her own fun-loving girlhood; an environment where men and women were partners in church and at home, where hard physical work was respected, where help for the needy and unfortunate was spontaneous, and where education was regarded as so important that Grandfather Anthony built a school for his children and the neighbors' in his front yard.
Susan's wrap lay limply over a chair; the damp bonnet ribbons trailed toward the floor. He looked slowly about, noting every object a pile of folded yellow papers, the stove, the globe bearing a quiver of light on its varnished surface. The willow trees and board above the entrance were dripping ceaselessly; the lights of the city, increasing at its centre, like the discs of floating sunflowers.
Elizabeth forgot that she was to share the honours of the home with "Mother Hunter," as she had secretly called her a few times, and in the end overstayed her time till the leave-taking at Aunt Susan's had to be cut short, and they were late in arriving at her father's house.
Susan's too modest to say it herself, but I tell you all, that Sir Arthur has given us this play-green just because she is so good." LIMBY LUMPY was the only son of his mother.
"She's very bad, sir. Her Susan's gone to get a order for the parish doctor, I b'lieve. I was just a-goin' to look after the children when you came up. I've only just come 'ome myself, you see." "What's that horrible stench down below?" "I didn't notice nothink, sir," said the woman, looking over the banisters as if the odour might be seen. "Any one living in the kitchen?"
Kenneth Saunders would be a brilliant "catch" for any girl; for little Susan Brown it would be a veritable triumph! Susan's heart warmed as she thought of the details. There would be a dignified announcement from Mrs. Saunders. Then, Babel! Telephoning, notes, telegrams!
"Mostly pushed in," assented Susan. "And those that have good sense get up as soon as they can, and wash as much of the mud off as'll come off maybe all and go on. The fools they worry about the mud. But not I not any more!. . . And not you, my dear when I get you uptown." Clara was now looking on Susan's departure as a dawn of good luck for herself.
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