"Two a day!" said Eleanor looking at them. "That makes a wonderful many in the course of the year."
"Except Sundays," said Mrs. Caxton. "No cheese is made on Sunday in my dairy, nor any dairywork done, except milking the cows and setting the milk."
"I meant except Sundays, of course."
"It is not 'of course' here," said Mrs. Caxton. "The common practice in large dairy-farms is to do the same work on the seventh day that is done all the six."
"But that is wrong, aunty, it seems to me."
"Wrong? Of course it is wrong; but the defence is, that it is necessary. If Sunday's milk is not made at once into cheese, it must wait till Monday; and not only double work must be done then, for Monday will have its own milk, but double sets of everything will be needed; tubs and presses and all. So people think they cannot afford it."
"Well, how can they, aunt Caxton? There seems reason in that."
"Reason for what?"
"Why, I mean, it seems they have some reason for working on the
Sabbath—not to lose all that milk. It is one seventh of all they have."
Mrs. Caxton replied in a very quiet manner,—"'Thou shalt remember the
Lord thy God; for it is he that giveth thee power to get wealth.'"