226 FIVE ACEES TOO MUCH. 



&quot; Well, then, yer honor, let me make a nate little 

 churn out ov a ginger-pot there is in the cellar, with 

 the lid ov a salt-box for dasher, and the piece ov a 

 broom for handle. That will be the doin ov it.&quot; 



&quot; Just as you please, Patrick,&quot; I answered, entirely 

 convinced of the inadequacy of the cream to the oc 

 casion ; &quot; only be sure and make me a good article.&quot; 



&quot; Indade and I will do that same, and I m sure 

 yer honor will be mightily plased. Let me aloon for 

 that.&quot; 



Shortly after, Patrick produced a queer -looking 

 extemporized churn that, although odd enough in 

 appearance, was manifestly better adapted to the 

 emergency than the enormous affair that Weeville 

 had sent me, apparently supposing that I was about 

 to set up a public dairy. I expected a friend to din 

 ner that day, and gave especial directions that the 

 results of the churning were to come on the table as 

 a surprise, to my guest. 



When the dinner was served, I was delighted with 

 the whiteness of the fresh butter, that spoke so well 

 for its purity. Without saying a word, I helped my 

 friend liberally, and then awaited the result. How 

 I enjoyed, by anticipation, his enjoyment of so rare 

 a delicacy ! I could scarcely wait for him to taste 

 it before explaining how it was obtained. He look- 



