My grandmother said something about dairying at the Petit Trianon, but indeed my intentions were of the most business-like.
I remember that it was the month of May, and all the pastures were richest gold and snowiest white, drifts of gold and white.

The thorn-trees were all in bloom, and the banks were covered with the white stitchwort and blue speedwell.

The birds were in full song, and the mornings and evenings were especially delicious.
I was to attend the Creamery for three months, so as to become proficient in dairymaid work, and then I thought I could do some good among our own people who could not afford to send a girl to the Creamery to learn her business.

Or it might be where there was no girl, and the vanithee-that is to say, the good woman--did her work in her own way, not half pressing the water out of the butter, so that it became rancid after a few hours, or letting the cream become rancid before she churned it.

I had hopes that I could persuade even the most obstinate of them to mend their ways; and that perhaps was an indication of my youth..