CHAPTER III.
THE CREAMERY It was through my godmother that I went to learn the butter-making at the Creamery, and since it was strange that my grandparents should have permitted me to go, I must explain how it was that Miss Champion came to have so much influence with them and over our affairs generally, and who the lady was.
She was our nearest neighbour, at Castle Clody, the beautiful old house which stands on the side of the river Clody, overlooking the falls.

She had been an orphan almost from her birth, and had grown up as independent and able to manage her affairs as any man.
She was a great sportswoman even in our country of such, and being exposed to all manner of wind and weathers, her face had come to have a weather-beaten look.

She had very beautiful grey eyes and a deal of black, silken hair, and she was unusually tall.

Even the weather, when it had roughened and tanned her complexion, had but given her a new charm to my mind, for she looked as wholesome and sweet and out-of-doors as the weather itself.

Yet people said she was plain.