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I 've heard of such a thing . '' `` Well , if I was going to fall in love , I reckon I could have found somebody better to fall in love with , '' retorted Mrs. Treadwell with the same strange excitement in her manner . Then she took up her knife and fork and began to eat her luncheon with relish . At five o'clock that afternoon , when Susan reached the house in Prince Street , Virginia , with her youngest child in her arms , was just stepping out of a dilapidated `` hack , '' from which a grinning negro driver handed a collection of lunch baskets into the eager hands of the rector and Mrs. Pendleton , who stood on the pavement . `` Here 's Susan ! '' called Mrs. Pendleton in her cheerful voice , rather as if she feared her daughter would overlook her friend in the excitement of homecoming . `` Oh , you darling Susan ! ''