Mr. Van Brunt stepped to the door, and shouted for Sam Larkens. He was ordered to take the churn and bring the butter; and Ellen, very glad of a rest, went out to amuse herself with feeding the chickens, and then up stairs to see what Nancy was doing.
"Butter come?" said Nancy.
"No, Sam has taken it. How are you getting on? Oh, I am tired!"
"I'm getting on first-rate; I've got all the things in."
"In what?"
"Why, in the pot! in a pot of water, boiling away as fast as they can; we'll have dinner directly. Hurra! who comes there?"
She jumped to the door. It was Thomas, bringing Margery's respects, and a custard-pie for Ellen.
"I declare," said Nancy, "it's a good thing to have friends, ain't it? I'll try and get some. Hollo? what's wanting? Mr. Van Brunt's calling you, Ellen."
Ellen ran down.
"The butter's come," said he. "Now, do you know what to do with it?"