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I used to tell him he was wastin' his money, but he would do it. Same way with the chickens." "Then you sold the milk, I suppose?" "Yes, ma'am, and we didn't get no more for it from the creamery than the farmers who had just the ornery cows." "Well, I've got an idea already. I'm going back to Cranford as soon as we've had dinner to see if it will work out. I suppose that's your son?"

Bonds were voted for light and water and public buildings and improvements. Speculators rushed to invest and unload their investments at a profit. The Grass River Farmers' Company built the Grass River Creamery. And because it looked big and good they built the Grass River Sugar Factory and the Grass River Elevator.

This walk, that Amedee imposed upon himself for health's sake, would bring him, about six o'clock, a workman's appetite for his dinner, in the little creamery situated in front of Val-de-Grace, where he had formed the habit of going. Then he would return to his garret, and relight his stove and lamp, and work until midnight.

"He never goes off the farm," answered Jimmie. "He'll follow us to the end of the lane and then go back. Hop in lively, now, for we're late as it is." Jimmie had harnessed Peter to a wagon that had only one high seat. In back of this were two cans of milk which Jimmie explained, in answer to Sunny's questions, would be made into butter at the creamery in Cloverways. "Is Araminta your sister?"

It's one of them cheap, cut-rate joints, you know, with the windows plastered all over with daily bargain hints, "Three pounds of Wiggins's best creamery butter for 97 cents to-day only," "Canned corn, 6 cents our big Monday special," and so on. Aunty sniffs a bit, but fin'lly decides to take a chance and sails in in all her grandeur.

First he supplied them with details respecting the projected creamery, and then straightening himself a little he turned his quiet, honest eyes upon his host. "We desire to have your approval, sir, but we clearly recognize the necessity for more attention to the commercial side of the question if there is to be a lasting future for Carrington," he said.

Plunkett was described as a 'monster in human shape, and was adjured to 'cease his hellish work. I was described as his 'man Friday, and as 'Roughrider Anderson. Once when I thought I had planted a creamery within the town of Rathkeale, my co-operative apple-cart was upset by a local solicitor, who, having elicited the fact that our movement recognised neither political nor religious differences that the Unionist-Protestant cow was as dear to us as her Nationalist-Catholic sister gravely informed me that our programme would not suit Rathkeale.

"Young girls should not be always reading. It bends their backs and dims their eyes and makes them forget their walks and rides. I'll tell you what, Lady St. Leger, you had better let Bawn come and learn butter-making with me at the Creamery. I am going to take a course of lessons and then I can make my own butter. I think Margaret Dwyer is getting past her work.

Then came Sir Horace Plunkett and his colleagues, preaching co-operation. A creamery was established here, an agricultural society there, and having planted the ideas it was some time before the economic expert could decide whether they were planted in fertile soil. But that question was decided many years ago.

Lucindy was getting a light tea for some friends up from the Siding, when she saw Claude drive up. "Well, for the land sake!" she broke out, using one of her mother's phrases, "if here isn't that creamery man!" In that phrase lay the answer to Claude's question-if he had heard it. He drove in, and Mr.