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It was a good idea, and the dose had courage in it. Gilbert took the first sip, Kathleen the second, and Nancy the third, and hardly had the last swallow disappeared down the poor aching throats before a carriage drove up to the gate. IT WAS A GOOD IDEA AND THE DOSE HAD COURAGE IN IT GILBERT TOOK THE FIRST SIP KATHLEEN THE SECOND AND NANCY THE THIRD AND HARDLY THE LAST SWALLOW DISAPPEARED DOWN THE POOR ACHING THROATS BEFORE A CARRIAGE DROVE UP THE GATE
t a neighbor's house, the centre of all interest, the focus of all gayety. He was too young to see the tears of his elders with any profit; baby plants grow best in sunshine. The others were huddled together in a sad group at the front window, eyes swollen, handkerchiefs rolled into drenched, pathetic little wads. Cousin Ann came in from the dining room with a tumbler and spoon in her hand. "See here, children!" she said bracingly, "you've been crying for the last twelve hours without stopping, and I don't blame you a mite. If I was the crying kind I'd do the same thing. Now do you think you've got grit enough--all three of you--to bear up for your mother's sake, when she first comes in? I've mixed you each a good dose of aromatic spirits of ammonia, and it's splendid for the nerves. Your mother must get a night's sleep somehow, and when she gets back a little of her strength you'll be the greatest comfort she has in the world. The way you're carrying on now you'll be the death of her! AD THOUGHT OF EVERYTHING WAS AT A NEIGHBOR'S HOUSE THE CENTRE OF ALL INTEREST THE FOCUS OF ALL GAIETY HE WAS TOO YOUNG TO SEE THE TEARS OF HIS ELDERS WITH ANY PROFIT BABY PLANTS GROW BEST IN SUNSHINE THE OTHERS WERE HUDDLED TOGETHER IN A SAD GROUP AT THE FRONT WINDOW EYES SWOLLEN HANDKERCHIEFS ROLLED INTO DRENCHED PATHETIC LITTLE WADS COUSIN ANN CAME IN FROM THE DINING ROOM WITH A TUMBLER AND SPOON IN HER HAND SEE HERE CHILDREN SHE SAID PRACINGLY YOU'VE BEEN CRYING FOR THE LAST TWELVE HOURS WITHOUT STOPPING AND I DON'T BLAME YOU A MITE IF I WAS A CRYING KIND I'D DO THE SAME THING NOW DO YOU THINK YOU'VE GOT GOOD ENOUGH ALL THREE OF YOU TO BEAR UP FOR YOUR MOTHER'S SAKE WHEN SHE FIRST COMES IN I'VE MIXED YOU EACH A GOOD DOSE OF AROMATIC SPIRITS OF AMMONIA AND IT'S SPLENDID FOR THE NERVES YOUR MOTHER MUST GET A NIGHT'S SLEEP SOMEHOW AND WHEN SHE GETS BACK A LITTLE OF HER STRENGTH YOU'LL BE THE GREATEST COMFORT SHE HAS IN THE WORLD THE WAY YOU'RE CARRYING ON NOW YOU'LL BE THE DEATH OF HER
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