to say, "Oh, ask cook, please, to make it stiffer than she did the last
that we had for the kite; that did not prove quite strong."

Margaret took the message down and informed cook that "Miss Schomberg
did not think she knew how to make paste." "Then let her come and make
it herself," said cook. "She wants to be cook I think; she had better
come. I sha'nt make it. What is it for?"

"Oh," said Margaret, "she is after some foreign filagree work of hers,
that's all."

"Well, I'm busy now and I am not going to put myself out about it, she
must wait."

Emilie did wait the due time, but as the paste did not come she went
down for it. "Is the paste ready, cook?" she asked.

"No, Miss Schomberg," was the short reply, and cook went on assiduously
washing up her plates.

"Will you be so kind as to make it, cook, for I want it particularly
that it may have as much time as possible to dry."

"Perhaps you will make it yourself then," was the gracious rejoinder.
Emilie was not above making a little paste, and as she saw that
something had put cook out, she willingly consented; but she did not
know where to get either flour or saucepan, and cook and Margaret kept
making signs and laughing, so that it was not very pleasant. She grew
quite hot, as she had to ask first for a spoon, then for a saucepan,
then for the flour and water; at last she modestly turned round and