One day just after breakfast they all gathered in the milkhouse．The milk was turning in the churn，but the butter would not come．Dairyman Crick was worried．“Maybe someone in the house is in love，"suggested his wife．"That sometimes causes it．Do you remember that maid years ago，and the butter didn't come？""Ah yes，but that wasn't being in love，"replied Mr Crick．"That was damage to the churn．"He turned to Clare to tell the story．"Jack Dollop， one of our milkers， got a girl into trouble．One day her mother came looking for him with a great heavy umbrella in her hand．Jack hid in the churn，but she found him and turned it round and round．“Stop，stop！” cried Jack．“If you promise to marry my daughter！”shouted the mother．And so he did．"
