"'I threw it away,' said the cook.
"'Oh, well, I'm in no hurry; I will wait while you make me another piece.'
"'My fire has gone out,' said the cook.
"'Well, you can re-light it, can't you?'
"'Do you think I have nothing to do but to wait upon you?' cried the cook. 'You know nothing ever suits you; and you always speak rudely to me;' and she flounced out of the room.
"'How can she say so, mamma?' cried Arthur. 'I speak rudely to her? Why, I was as polite as ever I could be. It is too bad!'
"'Servants find it very hard to attend upon you, Arthur. They are accustomed to polite treatment from the rest of us.'
"'Well—but mamma—to accuse me to-day, when it was she who'—
"'Was indulging in ill-temper,' interrupted his mother.
"Arthur understood, and was silent.