Eileen also noticed that the Navarre sisters ate very little.
She didn't say anything, but with six six-week-old chicks, she managed to get a bag of wheat in exchange. She first took great effort to pound off the bran, then ground it into flour.
Mitchell's had a mill, but this tiny amount of wheat wasn't even enough to fill the gaps in the large grindstone.
So, Eileen used a hand-cranked grinder, working the entire night, and sieved the flour several times until it was fine.
By the next morning, when the Navarre sisters came downstairs, there was white bread on the Mitchell's dining table.
Anna was delighted, thanking Mrs. Mitchell repeatedly for her concern.
Catherine was also pleased, but still, a lot of food remained on her plate.
Even Anna couldn't help but take her sister back to the room where she asked with suppressed anger, "What? It doesn't suit your taste?"