I can't see how Henry Anderson came to hit upon some of my personal designs for comforts and conveniences.

I had hoped that no man would think of my especial kitchen plans.

I rather fancied myself as a benefactor to my sex, an emancipator from drudgery, as it were.

I had a concealed feeling that it required a woman who had expended her strength combating the construction of a devilish kitchen, to devise some of my built-in conveniences, and I worked as carefully on my kitchen table, as on any part of the house.

If I find later that the winning plans include these things I shall believe that Henry Anderson is a mind reader, or that lost plans naturally gravitate to him.