"As I watch the young women gathering apples on this still autumn day, coming up the hill bearing on their arms wooden "trugs," all lined with soft to prevent their load of fruit being bruised, I am more than ever convinced that is most essentially suitable work for them. There is so much connected with it that requires the dainty touch of a woman, much that her inborn gentleness can help. Two long, low dark and cool apple-rooms have been excavated out of the chalk, and here on wooden shelves the apples are carefully laid, forming thus the richest treasure-houses of the garden."