'Oh no - it is nothing,' said Tess.
Then the talk was of business only.
'You can milk 'em clean, my maidy? I don't want my cows going azew
at this time o' year.'
She reassured him on that point, and he surveyed her up and down. She had been staying indoors a good deal, and her complexion
had grown delicate
'Quite sure you can stand it? 'Tis comfortable enough here for rough folk; but we don't live in a cowcumber
She declared that she could stand it, and her zest
and willingness seemed to win him over.
'Well, I suppose you'll want a dish o' tay, or victuals
of some sort, hey? Not yet? Well, do as ye like about it. But faith, if 'twas I, I should be as dry as a kex
wi' travelling so far.'
'I'll begin milking now, to get my hand in,' said Tess.
She drank a little milk as temporary
refreshment - to the surprise - indeed, slight contempt
- of Dairyman Crick, to whose mind it had apparently never occurred that milk was good as a beverage
'Oh, if ye can swaller that, be it so,' he said indifferently, while one held up the pall that she sipped from. ''Tis what I hain't touched for years - not I. Rot the stuff; it would lie in my innerds like lead
. You can try your hand upon she,' he pursued, nodding to the nearest cow. 'Not but what she do milk rather hard. We've hard ones and we've easy ones, like other folks. However, you'll find out that soon enough.'
When Tess had changed her bonnet
for a hood, and was really on her stool
under the cow, and the milk was squirting from her fists into the pall, she appeared to feel that she really had laid a new foundation
for her future. The conviction
bred serenity, her pulse slowed, and she was able to look about her.