There is a little difference between the two girls." "There is a big difference between them, and it is all in favor of Polly Crowther." "As far as we can judge at present it is, but--whatever have you in your basket, mother?
It smells like Paradise." "I have herbs, John.

I have been crushing down my heartache with work--there's nothing beats work if you're in trouble.

I cleaned out my still room today, and I was carrying there the last pickings of lavender and rosemary, sage and marjoram, basil and mint.

I can tell you, John, there's a deal of help in some way or other through sweet, pungent smells.

They brightened me up a bit today, they did that!" "To be sure they did, mother.