Mamma and I had a nice quiet afternoon together.
That pair of devoted comrades were always shutting themselves up together when there was opportunity to have what Susy called "a cozy time." From Susy's nursery days to the end of her life, she and her mother were close friends; intimate friends, passionate adorers of each other.

Susy's was a beautiful mind, and it made her an interesting comrade.

And with the fine mind she had a heart like her mother's.

Susy never had an interest or an occupation which she was not glad to put aside for that something which was in all cases more precious to her--a visit with her mother.

Susy died at the right time, the fortunate time of life; the happy age--twenty-four years.