Susan Clegg and Her Friend Mrs. Lathrop

Clegg and Her Friend Mrs.
Lathrop, by Anne Warner

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SUSAN CLEGG
AND
Her Friend Mrs. Lathrop

BY
ANNE WARNER
Author of "A Woman's Will," etc.

BOSTON Little, Brown, and Company
1904
Copyright, 1903, 1904, BY THE CENTURY COMPANY.
Copyright, 1904, BY LITTLE, BROWN, AND COMPANY.
THE UNIVERSITY PRESS CAMBRIDGE, U.S.A.

PREFATORY NOTE
The first four chapters of "Susan Clegg and her Friend Mrs. Lathrop"
appeared in "The Century Magazine" as separate stories during the
past year. They have been revised and partly rewritten for book
publication, and "The Minister's Vacation," never before printed, has
been added.
Miss Clegg and her friend Mrs. Lathrop, as well as the other
characters in the book, and the scenes in which they figure, are wholly
imaginary.

Contents
Page I The Marrying of Susan Clegg 1
II Miss Clegg's Adopted 43
III Jathrop Lathrop's Cow 83
IV Susan Clegg's Cousin Marion 126
V The Minister's Vacation 166

SUSAN CLEGG
And her Friend Mrs. Lathrop

I
THE MARRYING OF SUSAN CLEGG
Susan Clegg and Mrs. Lathrop were next-door neighbors and bosom
friends. Their personalities were extremely congenial, and the
theoretical relation which the younger woman bore to the elder was a
further bond between them. Owing to the death of her mother some
twenty years before, Susan had fallen into the position of a helpless and
timid young girl whose only key to the problems of life in general had
been the advice of her older and wiser neighbor. As a matter of fact
Mrs. Lathrop was barely twelve years the senior, but she had married
and as a consequence felt and was felt to be immeasurably the more
ancient of the two.
Susan had never married, for her father--a bedridden paralytic--had
occupied her time day and night for years. He was a great care and as
she did her duty by him with a thoroughness which was praiseworthy in
the extreme she naturally had very little leisure for society. Mrs.
Lathrop had more, because her family consisted of but one son, and she

was not given to that species of housekeeping which sweeps under the
beds too often. It therefore came about that the one and only recreation
which the friends could enjoy together to any great extent was visiting
over the fence. Visiting over the fence is an occupation in which any
woman may indulge without fear of unkind criticism. If she takes
occasion to run in next door, she is of course leaving the house which
she ought to be keeping, but she can lean on the fence all day without
feeling derelict as to a single duty. Then, too, there is something about
the situation which produces a species of agreeable subconsciousness
that one is at once at home and abroad. It followed that Susan and Mrs.
Lathrop each wore a path from her kitchen door to the trysting-spot,
and that all summer long they met there early and late.
Mrs. Lathrop did the listening while she chewed clover. Just beyond
her woodpile red clover grew luxuriantly, and when she started for the
place of meeting it was her invariable custom to stop and pull a number
of blossoms so that she might eat the tender petals while devoting her
attention to the business in hand.
It must be confessed that the business in hand was nearly always Miss
Clegg's business, but since Mrs. Lathrop, in her position of experienced
adviser, was deeply interested in Susan's exposition of her own affairs,
that trifling circumstance appeared of little moment.
One of the main topics of conversation was Mr. Clegg. As Mr. Clegg
had not quitted his bed for over a score of years, it might seem that his
novelty as a subject of discussion would have been long since
exhausted. But not so. His daughter was the most devoted of daughters,
and his name was ever rife on her lips. What he required done for him
and what he required done to him were the main ends of her existence,
and the demands of his comfort, daily or annual, resulted in numerous
phrases of a startling but thoroughly intelligible order. Of such a sort