Theresa put the bowl down and told Frisky to take a taste. Frisky put her little red tongue into the bowl and began tasting the milk. She kept on tasting the milk. She didn’t once lift up her head and offer to let Theresa have the rest. Theresa liked her cat so much she couldn’t bear to pull the bowl away. Frisky’s tongue went fast and so did the milk. Frisky lapped up every drop. She was only a cat and did not know she was selfish.
Some tears came into Theresa’s eyes when she saw that the milk was all gone. She did not scold nor complain. Frisky purred, “Thank you.” Theresa took her in her arms and said, “Nice Frisky!”
Wasn’t this a proof that Theresa loved her cat very much?
“I CAN STIR IT!”
“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.