CHAPTER TWO.
TWO ROUGH STONES, BY GEORGE MANVILLE FENN.
It does not take long to make a kite, if you know how, have the right things for the purpose, and Cook is in a good temper.

But then, cooks are not always amiable, and that's a puzzle; for disagreeable people are generally yellow and stringy, while pleasant folk are pink-and-white and plump, and Mrs Lester's Cook at "Lombardy" was extremely plump, so much so that Ned Lester used to laugh at her and say she was fat, whereupon Cook retorted by saying good-humouredly: "All right, Master Ned, so I am; but you can't have too much of a good thing." There was doubt about the matter, though.

Cook had a most fiery temper when she was busy, and when that morning Ned went with Tizzy--so called because she was christened Lizzie--and found Cook in her private premises--the back kitchen--peeling onions, with a piece of bread stuck at the end of the knife to keep the onion-juice from making her cry, and asked her to make him a small basin of paste, her kitchen majesty uttered a loud snort.
"Which I just shan't," she cried; "and if your Mar was at home you wouldn't dare to ask.

I never did see such a tiresome, worriting boy as you are, Master Ned.

You're always wanting something when I'm busy; and what your master's a-thinking about to give you such long holidays at midsummer I don't know." "They aren't long," said Ned, indignant at the idea of holidays being too long for a boy of eleven.
"Don't you contradict, sir, or I'll just tell your Mar; and the sooner you're out of my kitchen the better for you.