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“Please cook, let me stir it.”

“Och, no, Miss, you couldn’t,” said cook.

Esther thought she could, but didn’t tease.

A few hours later Esther came into the kitchen again. On the table was the same big bowl. In it was the same stuff that cook stirred. Cook was nowhere to be seen.

In a jiffy Esther was on a chair with the spoon in her hand. “I can stir it,” she said to herself in triumph. It was easy enough. She stirred till she was tired.

She had been back in the sitting-room awhile when the cook appeared in great distress.

“Och, Mrs. Borden, me risins all shpiled; and it wasn’t rats for there’s a shpoon in it.” Mrs. Borden was going to say, who could it be, when she spied Esther’s face. It was very red.

“Esther, child, did you disturb cook’s sponge for her bread?” asked Mrs. Borden.

“Mamma, I didn’t see any sponges and bread,” answered Esther, “but I stirred something in a big bowl. Cook said I couldn’t. I tried, and I could stir it.”

Mrs. Borden convinced Esther that it wasn’t wise to touch anything in the kitchen without cook’s permission.

Esther told cook she was sorry she had made her so much trouble.