"
Julia suspected that she was being made a dupe of, and appealed to her
older sister:
"_Honestly_, Ester, _do_ you prick them so they will rise better?"
"Of course. I told you so, didn't I?"
"Well, but why does that help them any? Can't they get up unless you
make holes in them, and what is all the reason for it?"
Now, these were not easy questions to answer, especially to a girl
with the toothache, and Ester's answer was not much to the point.
"Julia, I declare you are enough to distract one. If you ask any more
questions I shall certainly send you up stairs out of the way."
Her scientific investigations thus nipped in the bud, Julia returned
again to silence and raisins, until the vigorous beating of some eggs
roused anew the spirit of inquiry. She leaned eagerly forward with a--
"Say, Ester, please tell me why the whites all foam and get thick when
you stir them, just like beautiful white soapsuds." And she rested her
elbow, covered with its blue sleeve, plump into the platter containing
the beaten yolks. You must remember Ester's face-ache, but even then
I regret to say that this disaster culminated in a decided box on the
ear for poor Julia, and in her being sent weeping up stairs.
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