"Now, THAT'S something like!" exclaimed Marjorie, as they reached
the road again. "Wasn't she lovely? And to think, she said we
ought to ask more money for the extract! This is a splendid
business."

"Fine!" agreed Molly; "we'll sell off all this to-day, and to-
morrow we'll make another lot and sell that. We'll get lots of
money for the Dunns."

"We'll make more next time," said Midge, "and I'll get Carter to
drive us round so we won't have to carry it; for we may sell two
or three hundred bottles every day."

"But I can't make so many labels," said Stella, aghast at the
outlook.

"Of course you can't," said Molly; "but I'll tell you what! We'll
ask them to give the bottles back as soon as they've emptied them,
and then we can use them over again, you know."

Midge was a little dubious about asking for the bottles back, but
just then they turned into the next house.

It was Marjorie's turn to speak, and greatly encouraged by their
late success, she began: "Would you like to buy some pennyroyal
extract? For mosquitoes, burns, and bruises. It's only fifty cents
a bottle, and we'll take the bottles back."

The lady, who had opened the door, looked at the children as if
they were escaped lunatics.