Wednesday, September 5, 1906.What on earth is the matter with Susan? Up to yesterday morning I have hardly had to find fault with her more than twice or thrice in four years. Yet, since last night, she has richly deserved a dozen sharp scoldings at the very least After all, poor Grandmamma must have been right My pet, grannie used to say whenever I told her that Susan was a treasure of pure gold My pet, I have had thirty or forty treasures myself, and I give you my word that even the best of them are only plated. Off the worst ones the plating wears soon. Off the better ones it wears late....