“And I will learn to make butter,” she nodded. “Then I must wear a dimity gown with a muslin apron and cap. Oh, yes, yes-a dimity gown!” She sprang up and danced to the middle of the room. “Shall I not be charming, Richard?”

“Very charming, Lavinia!”

“Of course! Oh, we will go home at once⁠—at once! But first I must procure some new gowns from Marguerite!”

“To make butter in, dear?” he protested.

She was not attending.

“A dimity gown⁠—or shall it be of tiffany with a quilted petticoat? Or both?” she chanted. “Dicky, I shall set a fashion in country toilettes!”

Dicky sighed.