I believe Michael Friely could mend it."
My grandfather made no objection when he heard of the plan, only saying
something with a laugh about fine ladies liking to play dairymaids. So
it was settled I should go to the Creamery; and Bridget Connor made
gowns of cotton for me to wear at the Creamery, and white aprons to go
with them.
I think my grandmother looked on it as a child's play for my diversion,
and she would have Bridget make me as pretty as she could. I dare say I
did look as though I played at work, for I caught sight of myself in the
Venetian mirror on the wall of my grandmother's boudoir as she turned me
round about, her maid, Bridget Connor, who learnt dressmaking in Paris,
pinching here and letting loose there.
The walls of my grandmother's boudoir are covered with mother-of-pearl
which glows splendidly when the lamps are lit.
I glanced at the Venetian mirror and saw myself like a rose in my rosy
frock, with the apron of spotless muslin and the mushroom hat with a
wreath of pink roses. My grandmother said something about dairying at
the Petit Trianon, but indeed my intentions were of the most
business-like.
I remember that it was the month of May, and all the pastures were
richest gold and snowiest white, drifts of gold and white.
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