This very exacting member of the fold appeared to be endowed with a sixth sense, in regard of knowing when the Reverend Frank Milvey least desired her company, and with promptitude appearing in his little hall. Consequently, when the Reverend Frank had willingly engaged that he and his wife would accompany Lightwood back, he said, as a matter of course: “We must make haste to get out, Margaretta, my dear, or we shall be descended on by Mrs. Sprodgkin.” To which Mrs. Milvey replied, in her pleasantly emphatic way, “Oh yes , for she is such a marplot, Frank, and does worry so!” Words that were scarcely uttered when their theme was announced as in faithful attendance below, desiring counsel on a spiritual matter. The points on which Mrs.