r as that on which the Anonymous Wiggle letters had been
written. He bent forward and glanced at it. In blue ink evidently made
of indigo dissolved in water, was written on the sheet a recipe. The
writing, although undisguised and slanting properly, was beyond doubt
the same as that of the Wiggle letters. When Mrs. Canterby returned
to the kitchen with "Myra's Lover" hidden in the folds of her skirt,
the perplexed Mr. Gubb held the recipe in his hand.

"By any chance of doubt," he said, "do you happen to be aware of whom
wrote this?"

"Petunia wrote it," said Mrs. Canterby promptly, "and whatever are you
being so mysterious for? There's no mystery about that, for it's her
mince-meat recipe."

"There is often mystery hidden into mince-meat recipes when least
expected," said Mr. Gubb. "I see you got the book."

He took it and turned to page fourteen. At the top of the page were
the words, completing a sentence, "--without turning a hair of his
head." Then followed the first complete sentence. It ran: "'A woman
like you,' said Lord Cyril, 'should be loved, cherished, and obeyed.'"

"Goodness!" exclaimed Mr. Gubb, and handed the book back to Mrs.
Canterby.

"Why did you say that?" asked Mrs. Canterby.

"I was just judging by the book that Miss Scroggs is fond of love and
affection in fiction tales," he said.

"Fond of!" exclaimed Mrs. Canterby. "Far be it from me to say anything
about a neighbor lady, but if Petunia Scroggs ain't crazy over love
and marriage I don't know what. She'd do anything in the world to get
a husband. I recall about Tim Wentworth--Furnaces Put In and
Repaired--and how hungry Petunia used to look after him when he went
by in his wagon, but she couldn't get after him because she hasn't a
furnace in her house, but the minute he hung up the sign 'Chimneys
Cleaned,' she was down to his shop and had him up to the place, and I
know it for a fact, for I took some of the soot out of her eye myself,
that she courted him so hard when he got to her house that even when
he went to the roof to clean the chimney she stuck her head in the
fireplace and talked up the flue at him."

"Goodness!" said Mr. Gubb again. "I guess I'll go on my way and look
at your wall-paper some other day."

Mrs. Canterby laughed.

"Just as you wish," she said, "but if Petunia has set out after you,
you won't get away from her that easy."

But Mr. Gubb was already moving to the door. He heard Miss Petunia's
voice calling Mr