"Wouldn't she let us make the extract?" asked Marjorie.

"She wouldn't care how much we made it, but she wouldn't let me
make it at home, I know, because she hates a mess."

"I don't believe Grandma would like it either," said Marjorie,
with a sudden conviction; "it is awful messy, and it smells pretty
strong. But I'll tell you what, girls: let's take it all right to
'Breezy Inn.' Then we can put it to soak right away. We can get
water from the brook, and there are plenty of pails and things
there to make the extract in."

"We can call it The Breezy Extract," said Stella; "that'll look
pretty painted on the labels."

"Breezy Extract is silly," said Molly; "Breezy-Inn Extract is
prettier."

"All right," said Stella, good-naturedly. "Come on, I'm in a hurry
to begin. I'll paint the labels, while you girls make the stuff."

So they trudged across the field to Breezy Inn, dumped their heaps
of pennyroyal into the dumb-waiter, and themselves scrambled gayly
up the rope ladder.

Almost before Molly and Midge had pulled up their somewhat odorous
burden, Stella had seated herself at the table to work at the
labels. The child was devoted to work of this sort, and was soon
absorbed in designing artistic letters to adorn the bottles.