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Sun (Auckland), Volume 1, Issue 107, 27 July 1927, Page 4

“And so he ought to be,” she sobbed out. “See, what he has done. Look at this, Signorina.” This was a couple of exceedingly beautiful tortoiseshell Spanish combs. I was puzzled. “They are lovely, Lucia. What is the matter with them?” “The matter,” she sobbed. “Oh, Signorina, you would not know. Why, it is the unluckiest thing to give as a present. Combs take away all happiness, because witches use them. Leonardo knew it. He did it on purpose . . . Oh! . . .” and she sobbed all the louder. It took me the better part of an hour to talk the girl into sense. But even so she would not keep the combs and we persuaded Leonardo to sell them to us. After many more tears, she made it up with him and they were married on the first Sunday in July. But these Venetians are such dear children . . . E.A. If you find poaching eggs difficult, break the egg into a well-buttered cup and stand this in a pan of boiling water until the egg is set. Holding the cup sideways, slip a thin knife round the edge of the' egg and it will slide out easily.