You remember I asked for one last month?
This is it.

See, this is how it works.

Here is where the curds go; look.

And this cover is screwed down like this, and then you work the lever this way." She grasped the lever in both hands, throwing her weight upon it, her smooth, bare arm swelling round and firm with the effort, one slim foot, in its low shoe set off with the bright, steel buckle, braced against the wall.
"My, but that takes strength," she panted, looking up at him and smiling.

"But isn't it a fine press?
Just what we needed." "And," Annixter cleared his throat, "and where do you keep the cheeses and the butter ?" He thought it very likely that these were in the cellar of the dairy.
"In the cellar," answered Hilma.