"He's going," continued Mrs. Lathrop, taking down a plate and blowing the thick dust from its surface, "to have an awful handsome monument put up. Not a animal like you put up to your father, Susan, but a angel hanging to a pillar with both hands and feeling for a cloud with its feet. He showed me the picture. And he's going to have the parlor papered and give the town a watering-trough for horses, with a tin cup on a chain for people, and he's--" "Yes, but--" interrupted Susan. "You know, of course--" began Mrs. Macy. Mrs. Lathrop swept off the top of the rolling-pin with the stove-brush. "And he's going to build me on a bedroom right off the hall," she continued, "and put a furnace under the whole house. And one of those lamps that haul up and down, and a new set of kitchen things, and he'll come here every year and see if I want anything else, and if I do, I'm to have it. I'm to have a pew in church, even if I never do go to church, and a paper every day, and his baby picture done big, and be fitted for new glasses." "But, Mrs. Lathrop--" Susan interrupted, seeing that Mrs. Lathrop was surely still in ignorance as to her Mongolian daughter-in-law. "Yes, you--" began Mrs. Macy. "Liza Em'ly is to do all the sewing I want," went on Mrs. Lathrop, proceeding with her baking preparations at a great rate, "and Jathrop'll pay the bill. And any things I want, I'm just to send for, and Jathrop'll pay the bill; and anything I can think of what I want done, I'm just to say so, and Jathrop'll pay the bill." It seemed as if Susan Clegg would burst at this. It was plain now that Jathrop really was rich, and here was his mother supposing the rose was utterly thornless. "But did he tell you about his wife?" she broke in desperately. "That's what I want to know." Mrs. Lathrop, who was mixing butter and sugar together in a yellow bowl, stopped suddenly and stared. "His wife!" she said blankly. "Yes, his wife," repeated Susan. "The wife he brought back with him," explained Mrs. Macy. "The wife he--" Mrs. Lathrop pushed the yellow bowl a little back on the table and rested her hands on the edge. They trembled visibly; "the wife he--" she repeated. "Surely you know that he brought his wife back with him?" said Mrs. Macy. "Surely he's told you?" Mrs. Lathrop--turned her usual dumb self again--looked at Mrs. Macy with almost unseeing eyes. "I--" she ejaculated faintly, "no, he--"