Fisher didn't recognize 'em at the Sewing Society. 'Liza Em'ly calls 'em the Hunters. Fishers, hunters--you see! An' John Bunyan she calls Martin Luther, an' in place of being a genius, she covered that all up by making him a painter. Laws, Mrs. Macy says writing a book's easy. She says that book of 'Liza Em'ly's is really too flat for words, and what makes people buy it, she can't see. Well, I shan't buy a copy, I know _that_. I ain't knowed 'Liza Em'ly all my life to go doing things like that now." With which very common view as to the works produced by our intimate friends, Miss Clegg rose to take her departure. "Did--?" asked Mrs. Lathrop, when they next met. "No--I asked, but not a soul knew. We haven't got _any_ man in town as it could _possibly_ be. They was all discussing it, too. Mrs. Macy and Mrs. Fisher is really going to town to see 'Liza Em'ly and take up their ideas to talk over. Mrs. Macy is putting her ideas down on a piece of paper, so as to be sure she has 'em with her. Mrs. Fisher's keeping hers in her head, for she says if she lost them, anybody might write her book. They think they'll go Tuesday. I hope they will, 'cause if they do, they'll come straight from the train and tell me, and then I'll come straight over and tell you." With which amicable arrangement Miss Clegg again took her departure. It was quite two weeks before affairs shaped themselves for Mrs. Macy and Mrs. Fisher to go to the city on their literary errand, but they managed it at last, and you may be very sure that Mrs. Lathrop peeked eagerly and earnestly out of her window many times the afternoon after their journey. They came up to call upon Miss Clegg and narrate their adventures quite according to their usual friendly ideals, and directly they took their leave that good lady hied herself rapidly to Mrs. Lathrop to tell the tale. Mrs. Lathrop met her at the door and both sank into chairs immediately. "Well, what--" said the older lady then, and her younger friend rejoined promptly: "Perfectly dumfounding; nothing like it was ever knowed before or ever will be again." "Wha--?" began Mrs. Lathrop. "They're both completely paralyzed. Mrs. Fisher can't say a word, and Mrs. Macy can't keep still." "Wha--?" began Mrs. Lathrop again. Miss Clegg drew a sharp breath. "They went to see 'Liza Em'ly, an' they saw her. My goodness heavens, I should think they did see her. Mrs. Macy says if any one ever supposed as the Hanging Gardens of Babylon was any wonder, they'd ought to go to the city an' see 'Liza Em'ly, and the Hanging Gardens would keep their mouths shut forever after." "Wha--?" began Mrs. Lathrop for the third time.