"We're making butter, Eunice."
Eunice drew a little nearer, then, suddenly, she stopped, sniffed, and darted forward.
"Children, what have you there?"
"Caroseme," responded Zaidee, promptly. "We drawed it from the pretty little fountain in the barrel."
Eunice turned hastily towards the "caroseme" barrel, then flew towards it. As the barrel had been lately filled there was plenty in it, still, and it was flowing merrily, while a pool of kerosene lay over the board floor.
"Goodness gracious me! How shall I ever get in there to turn it off?" cried Eunice. "I can't step in it?"
"Let Zaidee do it. She's soaking already with it. Zaidee, come here, directly, and turn this kerosene off."
Zaidee came up cheerfully, and waded in, regardless of her shoes.
"It's too bad to turn it off, when it looks so pretty," she said, regretfully.
"You are naughty children," said Eunice, severely, arraying the guilty twins before her, when this was done. "Whatever shall I do with you? I can't take you, all dripping like that, into the house to Eliza, because she's with Kenneth, and auntie's lying down, and I don't suppose Delia would know what to do with you."