Taking
a deep breath, Maud said: “Well, it’s this way, Miss Polly. There’s no nice
soap around for ladies. Mum and I thought we would make some ourselves. We’ve got oak drying in the barn for the lye and there’s plenty
of rapeseed in the fallow fields and hedgerows. The man at the abattoir in
Thurrock is happy to swap animal fats for rabbits. Goat’s milk makes soap really creamy, so I’ve put the word
out for some goats."
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