The four sleek cows were out in the field, but in a loose box there were some delightful calves that ran to greet Miss Heald, pressing eager damp noses into her hand, and exhibiting much apparent disappointment that she did not offer them a pailful of milk and oatmeal.

Winona inspected the cool, scrupulously clean dairy, with its patent churn, and slate slabs for making up the butter.

She saw the bowls where the cream was kept, and the wooden print with which the pats were marked.
"Butter-making is the side of the business I don't care for," admitted Miss Heald.

"I like the gardening fairly well, and I just love the poultry, but I don't take to dairy work.

Of course it's a part of my training, so I'm obliged to do it, but when my time here is over, I mean to make hens my specialty, and go in for poultry farming.