“Mother dear,” said she, “here is a little nosegay for you; and what was it I overheard you telling Dame Elizabeth about dill last night?”

Dame Clementina stopped churning and took the nosegay.  “Thank you, Sweetheart, it is lovely,” said she, “and, as for the dill—­it is a charmed plant, you know, like four-leaved clover.”

“Do you put it over the door?” asked Nan.

“Yes.  Nobody who is envious or ill-disposed can enter into the house if there is a sprig of dill over the door.  Then I know another charm which makes it stronger.  If one just writes this verse: 

  “’Alva, aden, winira mir,
    Villawissen lingen;
  Sanchta, wanchta, attazir,
    Hor de mussen wingen,’

under the sprig of dill, every one envious, or evil-disposed, who attempts to enter the house, will have to stop short, just where they are, and stand there; they cannot move.”

“What does the verse mean?” asked Nan.

“That, I do not know.  It is written in a foreign language.  But it is a powerful charm.”

“O, mother! will you write it off for me, if I will bring you a bit of paper and a pen?”

“Certainly,” replied her mother, and wrote it off when Nan brought pen and paper.

“Now,” said she, “you must run off and play again, and not hinder me any longer, or I shall not get my butter made to-day.”

So Nan danced away with the verse, and the sprig of dill, and her mother went on churning.

She had a beautiful tall stone churn, with the sides all carved with figures in relief.  There were milkmaids and cows as natural as life all around the churn.  The dairy was charming, too.  The shelves were carved stone; and the floor had a little silvery rill running right through the middle of it, with green ferns at the sides.  All along the stone shelves were set pans full of yellow cream, and the pans were all of solid silver, with a chasing of buttercups and daisies around the brims.

It was not a common dairy, and Dame Clementina was not a common dairy-woman.  She was very tall and stately, and wore her silver-white hair braided around her head like a crown, with a high silver comb at the top.  She walked like a queen; indeed she was a noble count’s daughter.  In her early youth, she had married a pretty young dairyman, against her father’s wishes; so she had been disinherited.  The dairyman had been so very poor and low down in the world, that the count felt it his duty to cast off his daughter, lest she should do discredit to his noble line.  There was a much pleasanter, easier way out of the difficulty, which the count did not see.  Indeed, it was a peculiarity of all his family, that they never could see a way out of a difficulty, high and noble as they were.  The count only needed to have given the poor young dairyman a few acres of his own land, and a few bags of his own gold, and begged the king, with whom he had great influence,