“I wish I’d never gone, ‘n’ for the future, Mrs. Lathrop, I’ll thank you to never so much ’s breathe a relation anywhere near me, for I’ve had enough family to-day to last me from here to Gabriel ‘n’ his trumpet, ‘n’ ’f I ever forget this hour may I die in that one.”

Mrs. Lathrop gasped.

Susan coughed and gripped her hands tightly together.

“Mrs. Lathrop, the Bible says ’s we may never know what a day ’ll bring forth, ‘n’ ’f I’d ‘a’ known that this day was gettin’ ready to hatch such a Cousin Marion ’s I found, I certainly would ‘a’ spent it some other way.  When I think o’ the cheerful lovin’ spirit ’s I pinned my wave on in, ‘n’ then reflect on what I pinned it on to, I can’t but feel ’t if I ain’t a fool I ’d ought to be one, ‘n’ I can’t say nothin’ stronger for the way I feel.  They say ’s the Devil ’s the father o’ lies, but it’s a slander.  The Devil is a floatin’ angel by the side o’ that letter ’s I found.  It was a lie, Mrs. Lathrop, a lie from first to last, ‘n’ it makes my blood run cold to think o’ all the years that I lived right underneath it ‘n’ never ’s much ‘s dreamed o’ the iniquity up in that old trunk over my head.”

Mrs. Lathrop gasped again.

“Mrs. Lathrop, I never had it in me to conceal nothin’ from you.  We’ve been good friends ‘n’ true through thick ‘n’ thin, through my father ‘n’ your son ‘n’ every other species o’ Heaven-sent infliction, f’r years ‘n’ years ‘n’ years.  ‘N’ now I ain’t goin’ to shut you out o’ the inside truth o’ this awful day.  You see me set off this mornin’ bright ‘n’ beamin’, ‘n’ you see me come home this night burnin’ ‘n’ bitter, ‘n’ it’s nothin’ but right’s you sh’d be fully took in to the betwixt ‘n’ between.  It’ll mebbe be a lesson to you some day if anythin’ sh’d come up ’s led you to look to be extra happy all of a sudden, ‘n’ you’ll remember this hour ‘n’ jus’ firmly go back into the house ‘n’ shut the door ‘n’ say, ’Life’s a delusion ‘n’ a snare, like Susan Clegg’s Cousin Marion.’  It’s better for you to learn the lesson ’s all is vanity now, than to wait ‘n’ have it fall on your head like a unexpected pickle-jar, the way ’s this day ’s fell on mine.”

Mrs. Lathrop’s eyes grew big.

“Mrs. Lathrop, in the first place I started out all wrong.  Knoxville ain’t on this line a tall.  It’s on the A. ‘n’ B., ‘n’ only the junction is on this line.  Mrs. Lathrop, don’t you never trust yourself to no junction in this world o’ sin ‘n’ sorrow, whatever else you may in your folly see fit to commit.  My experience c’n jus’ ’s well be a warnin’ to you too, f’r I was put off three miles from where there ain’t no omnibus, ‘n’ I had to leg it over a road ’s is laid out three hills to the mile.  I ain’t one ’s is give to idle words, but I will remark ‘t by the time I’d clum the fourth hill I hadn’t no kind o’ family feelin’s left alive within me, ‘n’ when I did finally get to Knoxville I was so nigh to puffed out ’t I c’d hardly find breath