Mrs. Lathrop was of a placid disposition, and not inclined towards even that species of mental activity which a more than usual amount of astonishment demands.  Therefore when she saw Susan going out one very rainy day she merely wondered where her energetic neighbor was going, and when, an hour later, she observed the same lady returning, she continued her usual trend of thought by the mildest possible further development of a species of curiosity as to where she had been.

Miss Clegg perceived the interested gaze directed towards her out of the kitchen window and decided to go in next door for a little visit.  To that end she passed her own gate, entered Mrs. Lathrop’s, proceeded up the front walk, stacked her dripping umbrella against one of the piazza posts, carefully disposed her rubbers beside the umbrella, and then entered the house.

She found Mrs. Lathrop seated in the kitchen.

“Why,” said that lady, “I thought you was gone on up to see—­”

“No,” said the visitor, “I was to see her last week and I sha’n’t go again for one while.  Mrs. Brown ‘n’ me has been friends ‘n’ good friends for too many years to break off sudden, but still I never ’xpected ’s she’d be one to try a new receipt on me ‘n’ never give me my choice’s to whether I’d risk it or not until a good fifteen minutes after I’d swallowed the last bite.  I can’t feel anythin’ but bitter still when I think of yesterday ‘n’ last night.  I was sittin’ there ’s innocent ‘s a mule eatin’ thistles, ‘n’ all of a sudden I felt to say, ‘Mrs. Brown, did you put bakin’ powder or yeast in that cake?’ It was then ’s she told me ’t she’d up ‘n’ made it with suthin’ ’s a peddler throwed in at the door.  ‘Where’s the label?’ I says, puttin’ my hand to where I felt the most need o’ knowin’ what in creation to come I had got in me.  Well, Mrs. Lathrop, ’f she hadn’t burned up the label; so there was nothin’ f’r me to do but go home ‘n’ come nigh to dyin’ of I did n’t know what.  I ’ve got a book, ‘The Handy Family Friend,’ ’s tells what you ’d ought to take after you ‘ve took anythin’, ‘n’ I read it ’way through to see ’f there was any rule f’r when you don’t know what you ’ve took, but there wa’n’t no directions, ‘n’ so I jus’ calmly spent the night hoppin’ about like mad, ‘n’ I ’m free to confess ’t there’ll be a coolness in my feelin’s towards Mrs. Brown henceforth.  I ain’t said nothin’ direct to her herself, but I spoke my full mind to Mrs. Macy, ‘n’ Mrs. Macy give me to understand ’s she should let Mrs. Brown know my sufferin’s, ‘n’ I mentioned to Mr. Kimball ‘s I felt some hurt over bein’ pierced to the core with cake ’s nobody knowed what had raised it, ‘n’, although he laughed ‘n’ said mebbe Cain raised it, still I feel he ’s safe to tell every one in town.  I want ’s every one sh’d know it.  I consider ’t when a woman goes to see another woman she ‘s unsuspectin’ o’ any new species o’ cake-raisin’, ‘n’ ‘f there is any new species in the wind my view o’ the matter is ’s it ’d ought to be tried on somebody else ‘n’ not on me.”