There is the bell : do n't cry , but come and tell papa what a fine romp we 've had . '' `` It does n't rain , but it 's dreadfully wet ; so we 'll go to the dairy , and see if any sprites are hiding there , '' said Wee next day ; and to the dairy they went . A pleasant place it was , -- so clean and cool , and as full of sweet odors as if the ghosts of buttercups and clover still haunted the milk which they had helped to make . Dolly was churning , and Polly was making up butter in nice little pats . Both were very kind , and let Daisy peep everywhere . All round on white shelves stood the shining pans , full of milk ; the stone floor was wet ; and a stream of water ran along a narrow bed through the room , and in it stood jars of butter , pots of cream , and cans of milk . The window was open , and hop-vines shook their green bells before it . The birds sang outside , and maids sang inside , as the churn and the wooden spatters kept time : `` Brindle and Bess , White-star and Jess -- Come , butter , come ! Eat cowslips fine , Red columbine -- Come , butter , come ! Grasses green and tall , Clover , best of all , -- Come , butter , come ! And give every night Milk sweet and white -- Come , butter , come ! Make the churn go , See the lumps grow ! -- Come , butter , come ! '' Daisy sang also , and turned the handle till she was tired ; then she helped Polly with the butter , and made four little pats , -- one stamped with a star for papa , one with a rose for mamma , a strawberry for Aunt Wee , and a cow for herself . She skimmed a pitcher of cream with a shallow shell , and liked the work so much she asked to have a little pan of milk put by for her to take care of every day . Dolly promised , and gave her a small shell and a low shelf all to herself . When she went in , she carried her pretty pats in one hand , the cream-pot in the other , and entered the breakfast room looking as brisk and rosy as a little milkmaid . It was a lovely morning when Daisy was next roused by the fairy music , and the ponies were standing at the door . `` Are we going far ? '' she asked , as Wee put on her riding-skirt , and tied back her hair .
`` Up to the mountain-top : it 's only a mile ; and we shall have XXXXX , if we ride fast , '' answered Wee .
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