"On the same principle, extended in its scale, every man might make his own house, furniture, and clothing," said Miss Norwood. "With the expenditure of much labor and research, she has supplied us with directions; and I think it would be vastly foolish for every wife and daughter to expend just as much, when they can be supplied with the fruits of hers, for the product of half a day's labor."
"Does your mother use it much?" asked Mrs. Eastman.
"Yes; she acknowledges herself much indebted to it."
"I shouldn't think she'd need it; she is so notable. Has she made many cheeses this summer?"
"About the usual number, I believe."
"Well, I've made more than I ever did a year afore—thirty in my largest hoop, all new milk, and twenty in my next largest, part skimmed milk. Our cheese press is terribly out of order, now. It must be fixed, Mr. Eastman. And I have made more butter, or else our folks haven't ate as much as common. I've made it salter, and there's a great saving in this."
"There's a good many ways to save in the world, if one will take pains to find them out," said Mr. Eastman.
"Doubtless; but I think the best method of saving in provisions is to eat little," said Clarina, as she saw Mr. Eastman putting down his third biscuit.
"Why, as to that, I think we ought to eat as much as the appetite calls for," answered Mr. Eastman.
"Yes; if the appetite is not depraved by indulgence."