Polly exclaimed again, with delight, as she and Susanne pulled on their uniforms. “Eh, who could’ve thought it! Missus Elizabeth, she be an angel! An’ Cook’s another!” Susanne laughed at that, but she actually felt somewhat in agreement. “Well, I think we ought to be working twice as hard this morning as ever was.” “Oh, aye,” Polly agreed, her eyes sparkling. “Now that thee be usin’ tha’ magic open-like.” She sighed a little wistfully. “Tha’rt so much better nor me.” Susanne just shrugged as she buttoned up the rear of Polly’s apron for her, then turned so Polly could do hers. “An’ I’ll never make as good a cheese as thee,” she pointed out. “Nor be able to tell how ripe ’tis without tasting. But we can leave naught for Caro to do but pour the pans for rising cream.” “Even th’ tweenie canna ruin that,” Polly agreed. “There! All done!” They dashed out of their room, scampered to the kitchen for breakfast, ate quickly, and headed for the dairy.
