subject.

A young lady was in a hammock on the veranda, and as they went up
the steps she rose to greet them.

"What in the world have you there?" she said, gayly, flinging down
the book she was reading and looking at the children with
interest.

"Pennyroyal extract," said Molly, "perfectly fine for mosquito
bites, bruises, cuts, scarlet fever, colds, coughs, or measles."

The young lady seemed to think it very amusing, and sitting down
on the top step, began to laugh.

"It must be, indeed, handy to have in the house," she said; "where
did you get it?"

The girls were dismayed. If they said they made it themselves,
probably she wouldn't buy any. They looked at each other
uncertainly, and said nothing.

"I hope you came by it honestly," went on the young lady, looking
at them in surprise; "you couldn't have--of course, you didn't--"

"Of course we didn't steal it!" cried Molly, indignantly, "if
that's what you mean. It's ours, our very own, every drop of it!
But--we don't want to tell you where we got it."

"It sounds delightfully mysterious," said the young lady, still