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“Don’t lose it, then,” said Mrs. Mitchell with a smile. “What is it, my dear?”

Lilian sobered herself, sat down by her mother’s side, and proceeded to recount the conversation she had heard in the store that afternoon.

“Now, Mother, this is where my brilliant idea comes in. You have often told me I am a born cook and I always have good luck. Now, tomorrow morning I shall go to Mrs. Saunders and offer to furnish all the good things for Helen’s birthday party, and then I’ll ask Mrs. Reeves and Mrs. Porter if I may make their bread for them. That will do for a beginning, I like cooking, you know, and I believe that in time I can work up a good business.”

“It seems to be a good idea,” said Mrs. Mitchell thoughtfully, “and I am willing that you should try. But have you thought it all out carefully? There will be many difficulties.”

“I know. I don’t expect smooth sailing right along, and perhaps I’ll fail altogether; but somehow I don’t believe I will.”

“A great many of your old friends will think–“

“Oh, yes; I know that too, but I am not going to mind it, Mother. I don’t think there is any disgrace in working for my living. I’m going to do my best and not care what people say.”

Early next morning Lilian started out. She had carefully thought over the details of her small venture, considered ways and means, and decided on the most advisable course. She would not attempt too much, and she felt sure of success.

To secure competent servants was one of the problems of Willington people. At Drayton, a large neighbouring town, were several factories, and into these all the working girls from Willington had crowded, leaving very few who were willing to go out to service. Many of those who did were poor cooks, and Lilian shrewdly suspected that many a harassed housekeeper in the village would be glad to avail herself of the new enterprise.

Lilian was, as she had said of herself, “a born cook.” This was her capital, and she meant to make the most of it. Mrs. Saunders listened to her businesslike details with surprise and delight.

“It is the very thing,” she said. “Helen is so eager for that party, but I could not undertake it myself. Her birthday is Friday. Can you have everything ready by then?”

“Yes, I think so,” said Lilian briskly, producing her notebook. “Please give me the list of what you want and I will do my best.”

From Mrs. Saunders she went to Mrs. Reeves and found a customer as soon as she had told the reason of her call. “I’ll furnish all the bread and rolls you need,” she said, “and they will be good, too. Now, about your jelly. I can make good jelly, and I’ll be very glad to make yours.”

When she left, Lilian had an order for two dozen glasses of apple jelly, as well as a standing one for bread and rolls. Mrs. Porter was next visited and grasped eagerly at the opportunity.

“I know your bread will be good,” she said, “and you may count on me as a regular customer.”

Lilian thought she had enough on hand for a first attempt and went home satisfied. On her way she called at the grocery store with an order that surprised Mr. Hooper. When she told him of her plan he opened his eyes.

“I must tell my wife about that. She isn’t strong and she doesn’t like cooking.”

After dinner Lilian went to work, enveloped in a big apron, and whipped eggs, stoned raisins, stirred, concocted, and baked until dark. When bedtime came she was so tired that she could hardly crawl upstairs; but she felt happy too, for the day had been a successful one.

And so also were the days and weeks and months that followed. It was hard and constant work, but it brought its reward. Lilian had not promised more than she could perform, and her customers were satisfied. In a short time she found herself with a regular and growing business on her hands, for new customers were gradually added and always came to stay.