The editor's brain staggered.

"Miss Theodolinda Chuff?" he said, in amazement. He recalled some
satirical editorials the Balloon had printed concerning the
activities of the Chuffs, and wondered if he were being kidnaped
for court-martial by the Pan-Antis. Evidently the use of
Quimbleton's name had been a ruse.

"It was unfair of you to make use of Quimbleton's name to get me
into your hands," he said angrily.

Miss Chuff turned a momentary gaze of amusement upon him, as they
passed a large tractor drawing several truckloads of gooseberry
plants.

"You don't understand," she said demurely. "You may remember that
Mr. Quimbleton's card gave his name as associate director of the
Happiness Corporation?"

"Yes," said Bleak.

"I am the Director," she said.

"YOU? But how can that be? Why, your father--"

"That's just why. Any one who had to live with Father would be
sure to take the opposite side. He's a Pan-Anti. I'm a Pan-Pro.
Those poems I have written for him were merely a form of
camouflage. Besides, they were so absurd they were sure to do harm