Twiced

“They're just cows.” “True.” “How many times a day you milk her, twiced?” Twiced, they all said. Oncet, twiced. She wondered if that was a vestige of Old English hanging on in these isolated mountain towns. “I just milk once a day, believe it or not. Even that's more than I need now. Just before you came in that door, I was making up my mind for this to be my last milking.”