“Mrs. Chick!” called Jimmy again.
“Well, what is it, dear?” said she from the kitchen.
“The butter’s done, I guess. Will you please come and see if the butter is done?”
Mrs. Chick was very busy. She had put some pie-crust on a deep plate, and was scalloping the crust into a kind of high wall all around the plate, ready to hold a rich custard.
“I think it’s done; I do truly,” repeated Jimmy.
“No, sonny; the butter can’t have come yet. What are you doing? Don’t take off the cover of the churn, Jimmy-boy. Only keep on turning the handle ’round and ’round and ’round.”
“Why, that’s just what I did do! Why, I’ve turned it ’round forty-two hundred times. I know I have. Can’t I stop now and get a drink of water?”
Mrs. Chick laughed. She was a woman who laughed very easily.
“Yes; get some water if you like.”