Turning over the leaves, Magdalen came to one particular page, thickly studded with little drops of moisture half dry.

"Curious!" she said.

"If this was anything but a cookery-book, I should say somebody had been crying over it." "Somebody ?" echoed Mrs.Wragge, with a stare of amazement.

"It isn't somebody--it's Me.

Thank you kindly, that's the place, sure enough.
Bless you, I'm used to crying over it.