Anything with eucalyptus in it must be salutary.

And as we are going underground, where it is bound to be damp, I think I'll have a little now." "That's what I call English common-sense," exclaimed Brother Eusebius, getting out a glass.

"Will nobody keep the lady company?
It's Popish, but it's good." Nobody would.

Momma observed rather uncautiously that the smell of it was enough, at which Mrs.Portheris remarked, with some asperity, that she hoped Mrs.Wick would never be obliged to be indebted to the "smell." "It is quite excellent," she said, "_most_ cordial.

I really think, as a precaution, I'll take another glass." "Isn't it pretty strong ?" asked poppa.
[Illustration: We followed the monks.] "The influenza is stronger," replied Mrs.Portheris oracularly, and finished her second potation.
"And nothing," said Brother Eusebius sadly, "for the gentleman standing outside the door, who doesn't approve of encouraging the Roman Catholic Church in any respect whatever.