Some fool wrote, clamouring to know; and I spent the best part of a morning seeking knowledge on the subject.

I found what I wanted at length at the end of an old cookery book.

What it was doing there I have never been able to understand.

It had nothing to do with the proper subject of the book whatever; there was no suggestion that you could make anything savoury out of a cat, even when you had cured it of its fits.

The authoress had just thrown in this paragraph out of pure generosity.