Laura and Mary liked cheese-making. They liked to eat the curd that squeaked in their teeth and they liked to eat the edges her mother pared off the big, round, yellow cheeses to make them smooth, before she sewed them up in cloth. Her mother laughed at them for eating green cheese.
"The moon is made of green cheese, some people say," she told them.
The new cheese did look like the round moon when it came up behind the trees. But it was not green; it was yellow, like the moon.
"The cheese is green," her mother said, "because it isn't ripened yet. It is not the colour green, but the word green also means young or not ready. We say it is green because it is like an apple on a tree. The apple is green, before it turns red and is ready to eat. When the cheese is older, it will be ripe and it won't be a green cheese. A young person or an inexperienced worker will be called green too.
"Is the moon really made of green cheese?" Laura asked, and her mother laughed.
"I think people say that, because it looks like a green cheese," she said. "But what a thing looks like can be misleading." Then she wiped all the green cheeses and rubbed them with butter. The butter would dry and keep the cheese good. She told them about the dead, cold moon that is like a little world on which nothing grows.
The first day her mother made cheese, Laura tasted the whey. She tasted it without saying anything to her mother, and when her mother turned around and saw her face, her mother laughed. That night while she was washing the supper dishes and Mary and Laura were wiping them, her mother told her father that Laura had tasted the whey and didn't like it.