The truth is,  said Lois

Is that I do not really like milk

Especially from that jug  

At a nearby railway station her father was opening the white picket gate and was receiving the congratulation of his sister who was meeting him from the train.

I should like to visit Portugal and the countries of the Western Mediterranean. My ship would be called The Woodhouse and my baggage would be light and best of all I would not have to drink that blessed milk which I imagine would curdle in the heat anyway

As her father opened the door, Lois ran up to him and hugged him.

Have you brought me a book from Old Newcastle Papa?   

Her father had indeed purchased a book during his northern travels and handed it to the excited child. The book was called A Book of Quaker Saints and was some sixty years old. It was partially illustrated with small pastel prints preceding each of the thirty two stories.

Story sixteen was called Pale Windflowers and the illustration that accompanied the story was a representation of a girl with her maid.

Whilst the young girl was presented quite strongly, the maid was seen in a lighter relief and was in the process of tipping heated milk into a small bowl ready for the child to drink.