First came the geese, looking very indignant, and
the goslings. Then came Kit with the leaves all whipped off his
willow switches. Then came Kat with her pail; and, last of all,
Vrouw Vedder and the milk!
When the new family of geese had been taken care of, and the
fresh milk had been put away to cool, Vrouw Vedder got out her
churn and scalded it well. Then she put in her cream, and put the
cover down over the handle of the dasher.
"Now, Kit and Kat, you may take turns," she said, "and see which
one of you can bring the butter, but be sure you work the dasher
very evenly or the butter will not be good."
"Me first!" said Kat, and she began. Kit sat on a little stool
and watched for the butter.
Kat worked the dasher up and down, up and down. The cream
splashed and splashed inside the churn, and a little white ring
of spatters came up around the dasher. Kat worked until her arms
ached.
"Now it's my turn," said Kit. Then he poked the dasher, and the
cream splashed and splashed for quite a long time; but still the
butter did not come.
"Ho!" said Kat. "You're nothing but a boy. Of course you don't
know how to churn. Let me try." And she took her turn.
Dash! Splash! Splash, dash! She worked away; and very soon,
around the dasher, there was a ring of little specks of butter.
"Come, butter, come! Come, butter, come!
Some for a honey cake, and some for a bun,"
she sang in time to the dasher; and truly, when Vrouw Vedder
opened the churn, there was a large cake of yellow butter!
Vrouw Vedder took out the butter and worked it into a nice roll.
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