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Page 63
However, there was certainly no scolding or punishment merited by
any one; and Grandma Sherwood was truly thankful that the three
were safe under her roof.
After the storm had entirely cleared away, Carter carried Stella
home, and Mrs. Sherwood went with them to explain matters. Molly
went skipping home, rather pleased than otherwise, to have such an
exciting adventure to relate to her mother.
When Uncle Steve came home he was greatly interested in Midget's
tale of the tragedy, and greatly pleased that small heroine of the
occasion by complimenting her on her ingenuity in using the
firecrackers. The breaking of the ladder, he declared, was an
accident, and said a new and stronger one should be put up.
Furthermore, he decreed that a telephone connection should be
established between "Breezy Inn" and Grandma's house, so that
victims of any disaster could more easily summon aid.
"That will be lovely," said Marjorie, "but they say telephones are
dangerous in thunderstorms; so, perhaps, it's just as well that we
didn't have one there to-day."
CHAPTER XVII
PENNYROYAL
It was several days before the children went to "Breezy Inn"
again, but one pleasant sunshiny morning found them climbing the
new ladder as gayly as if no unpleasant experience were connected
with its memory.
Carter had cleaned up the veranda, though powder marks still
showed in some places.
"Why, girls," exclaimed Marjorie, "here's our pennyroyal extract!
I had forgotten every single thing about it. The high old time we
had that day swept it all out of my head."
"I remembered it," said Molly, "but I thought it had to extract
itself for a week."
"No, four days is enough. It must be done now; it smells so,
anyway."
The girls all sniffed at the pails of spicy-smelling water, and,
after wisely dipping their fingers in it and sniffing at them,
they concluded it was done.
"It's beautiful," said Marjorie; "I think it's a specially fine
extract, and we'll have no trouble in selling heaps of it. Don't
let's tell anybody until we've made a whole lot of money; and then
we'll tell Grandma it's for the Dunns, and she'll be so surprised
to think we could do it."
"Where are the bottles?" asked Stella. "I can finish up the
labels, while you girls are filling the bottles and tying the
corks in."
"Let's tie kid over the top," suggested Molly, "like perfume
bottles, you know. You just take the wrists of old kid gloves and
tie them on with a little ribbon, and then snip the edges all
around like they snip the edges of a pie."
"Lovely!" cried Midget, "and now I'll tell you what: let's all go
home and get a lot of bottles and corks and old kid gloves and
ribbons and everything, and then come back here and fix the
bottles up right now."
"You two go," said Stella, who was already absorbed in the work of
making labels; "that will give me time to do these things. They're
going to be awfully pretty."
So Midge and Molly scampered off to their homes, and rummaged
about for the materials they wanted.
They had no trouble in finding them, for the elder people in both
houses were accustomed to odd demands from the children, and in
less than half an hour the girls were back again, each with a
basket full of bottles, old gloves, and bits of ribbon.
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