I have no desire to forget! Tell me more about the plants." "Forgive me," said the Harvester gently.

"Just now I am collecting catnip for the infant and nervous people, hoarhound for colds and dyspepsia, boneset heads and flowers for the same purpose.

There is a heavy head of white bloom with wonderful lacy leaves, called yarrow.

I take the entire plant for a tonic and blessed thistle leaves and flowers for the same purpose." "That must be what I need," interrupted the Girl.

"Half the time I believe I have a little fever, but I couldn't have dyspepsia, because I never want anything to eat; perhaps the tonic would make me hungry." "Promise me you will tell that to the doctor who comes to see your aunt, and take what he gives you." "No doctor comes to see my aunt.