"I can make soft cheese all right, with a little practice," said Anne, "but really, I think what we need are more goats." She took the wooden spoon from Billy and with the bowl firmly lodged in her lap she started smushing the lumps of butter against the sides. "There's still some buttermilk in the lumps, you see," she told him, and very clearly there was. "It's got to be worked out."