| 2. Then in the pan of flour A little salt she threw; A cup of yeast she added, And poured in water, too. To mix them all together She stirred with busy might, Then covered it and left it Until the bread was light. | 3. More flour then she sifted And kneaded well the dough, And in the waiting oven The loaves of bread did go. The mother watched the baking, And turned the loaves, each one, Until at last, rejoicing, She said, “My bread is done!” |
XVII.—MAKING BUTTER.
Skim, skim, skim,
With the skimmer bright;
Take the rich and yellow cream,
Leave the milk so white.
Churn, churn, churn,
Now ’tis churning day;
Till the cream to butter turn
Dasher must not stay.