“I can make the butter all myself, Aunt,” replied Lilac, “without Molly touching it.”
“Well, I hope you’re thankful for such a chance of learning,” said Mrs Greenways; “not but what you’re a good child enough, I’ve nothing to say against you. But what I want to say is this: Molly can’t do everything while I’m laid by, and I think I shall take her from the dairy-work altogether, and let you do it.”
Lilac’s eyes shone with delight. Her aunt spoke as though she were bestowing a favour, and she felt it indeed to be such.
“Oh! thank you, Aunt,” she cried. “I’m quite sure as how I can do it, and I like it ever so much.”
“With Agnetta to help you I dessay you’ll get through with it,” said Mrs Greenways graciously, and so the matter was settled. Lilac was dairymaid! No longer a little household drudge, called hither and thither to do everyone’s work, but an important person with a business and position of her own. What an honour it was! There was only one drawback—there was no mother to rejoice with her, or to understand how glad she felt about it. Lilac was obliged to keep her exultation to herself. She would have liked to tell Peter of her advancement, but just now he was at work on some distant part of the farm, and she saw him very seldom, for her new office kept her more within doors than usual. The good-natured Molly was, however, delighted with the change, and full of wonder at Lilac’s cleverness.
“It’s really wonderful,” she said; “and what beats me is that it allus turns out the same.”
With this praise Lilac had to be content, and she busied herself earnestly in her own little corner with increasing pride in her work. Sometimes, it is true, she looked enviously at Agnetta, who seemed to have nothing to do but enjoy herself after her own fashion. Since Lenham fête Bella and she had had some confidential joke together, which they carried on by meaning nods and winks and mysterious references to “Charlie.” They were also more than ever engaged in altering their dresses and trimming their hats, and although Lilac was kept completely outside all this, she soon began to connect it with the visits of young Mr Buckle. She thought it a little unkind of Agnetta not to let her into the secret, and it was dull work to hear so much laughter going on without ever joining in it; but very soon she knew what it all meant.
“Heard the news?” cried Agnetta, rushing into the dairy, then, without waiting for an answer, “Bella’s goin’ to get married. Guess who to?”
“Young Mr Buckle,” said Lilac without a moment’s hesitation.
“As soon as ever Ma’s about again the wedding’s to be,” said Agnetta exultingly. “I’m to be bridesmaid, and p’r’aps Charlotte Smith as well.” Lilac, who had stopped her scrubbing to listen, now went on with it, and Agnetta looked down at her kneeling figure with some contempt.