Chapter 14: Sunday the Eleventh

⁠​​​‌​​​​‌​​​​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​‌‌‌​​​​​​​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌‌​​​‌‌​​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌​⁠I've made my first butter, be it recorded—but in doing so I managed to splash the ceiling and the walls and my own woolly head, for I didn't have sense enough to tie a wet cloth about the handle of the churn-dasher until the damage had been done. I was too intent on getting my butter to pay attention to details, though it took a disheartening long time and my arms were tired out before I had finis