"
"What time do you think 't you '11 get back?" asked Mrs. Lathrop.
"I ain't sure. 'F I should get real interested huntin' orphans, I
might stay until it was too dark to see 'em good. I can't tell nothin'
about it, though. You 'd better watch for the light in the kitchen,
'n' when you see it burnin' I wish 't you'd come right over."
Mrs. Lathrop agreed to this arrangement, and Miss Clegg went home to
get ready for town.
* * * * *
She returned about five o'clock, and the mere general aspect of her
approaching figure betokened some doing or doings so well worthy of
neighborly interest that Mrs. Lathrop left her bread in the oven and
flew to satisfy her curiosity.
She found her friend warming her feet by the kitchen stove, and one
look at her radiant countenance sufficed.
"You found a baby!"
Susan upraised supremely joyful eyes.
"No," she replied, "but I've bought the weepin' lion!"
Mrs. Lathrop sat suddenly down.
"You never saw anythin' so grand in all your life! He rubbed the
'Blank' off with a wet cloth 'n' wrote in the 'Henry' with me standin'
right there. I never see anythin' that went right through me that way
before.
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