"Oh, thank goodness," said Anne, rising and smoothing her skirt. "Don't go anywhere, Billy, I'll be right back!"

Anne dashed back into the compound for a few minutes, and when she returned had a pitcher of cold water and a small container of salt.

"I haven't found any butter molds yet, so we'll just have to do without," she said, and while Billy continued to work the butter, she poured a bit of the cold water in. "Go a little bit longer and then dump it out again, " she told him. "We'll do that until it comes away clear."