“Thank you, Mrs. Chick,” said Jimmy.
He supposed it would be nothing but fun to make butter, and secretly hoped he might be allowed to pat it into balls.
After breakfast he followed his kind hostess into the shed, and saw her pour a jar of rich cream into the green churn. She placed a chair for Jimmy beside the churn.
“All you’ve got to do,” said she, “is to turn the handle of the churn ’round and ’round and ’round.”
“Oh, that’s nothing; I can do it just as easy,” replied Jimmy.
Mrs. Chick laughed.
“It’s harder than you think, little dear. But when you are tired of it you can let me know. I shall be close by in the kitchen, making pies.”
“Look here! see what I’m doing! You never churned any butter, now did you, Edy?”
“No,” said Edith; “and I don’t want to. I’d rather help Mrs. Chick make pies.”