The doctor thinks it's goin' to make you well," said Caleb, who was looking on anxiously.
"Open your mouth and _take_ it!" said Deborah, sternly.

She presented the spoon at Ephraim as if it were a bayonet and there were death at the point.
"Oh, mother," whimpered Ephraim.
"Mebbe mother will let you have a little taste of lasses arter it, if you take it real good," ventured Caleb.
"No, he won't have any lasses after it," said Deborah.

"I'm a-tendin' to him, father.

Now, Ephraim, you take this medicine this minute, or I shall give you somethin' worse than medicine.

Open your mouth!" And Ephraim opened his mouth as if his mother's will were a veritable wedge between his teeth, swallowed the medicine with a miserable gulp, and made a grotesque face of wrath and disgust.