Then
she told the other children to watch the cream rise. She began to shake
the soap about in the water, and the suds rose higher and higher.
"It's rather _white_ cream," she said, "but we can play it comes from a
cow named Snowball."
"It's splendid cream," cried the three little girls. "May we help make
it?"
"I wonder whether Molly will let us use her cream skimmers," said Mary.
Molly heard her name and came to the kitchen door to see what mischief
those blessed children were up to now. She saw the pans on a seat built
round a big maple tree and the four little girls bobbing about, very
busy indeed.
"Molly, will you please let us have the skimmers?" Peggy cried.
"Well," replied Molly, "as it's clean dirt you're making I suppose I
must."
So Mary and Betty made the cream rise, and Dot and Peggy skimmed it and
poured it into bottles and old cans to "sell."
While they were in the midst of the fun, Red Chief, the proudest rooster
in the farmyard, came strutting along.
He put his head on one side and looked at the pans. "Too-ok, too-ok,
too-ok. Is it feeding time?" he said. "Too-ok, too-ok, too-ok. I must
see; I must see; I must see.
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