I always carry some when we camp in the woods." She turned to her son.

"Tell Barbara how soon I cured you when you hurt your arm." "You want to burn Miss Hyslop with the elixir ?" "It doesn't burn much.

You said you hardly felt it, and soon after I rubbed your arm the pain was gone." Harry glanced at Barbara and saw she was embarrassed, although her mouth was firm.

Since she did not mean to let Mrs.Vernon examine her supposititious injury, his business was to help, and he laughed.
"Miss Hyslop's skin is not like my tough hide.

You certainly fixed my arm, but it was a drastic cure, and I think Miss Hyslop ought to refuse.
I try to indulge you, like a dutiful son, but you are not her mother." "I am her mother and she will not indulge me," Mrs.Cartwright remarked with languid grievance, and Barbara gave Harry a quick, searching glance.