"I dun'no' as I can have them herbs in my china-closet much longer," said she; "they're scentin' up the dishes too much.

If I want to have a little company to tea, I ain't goin' to have the tea all flavored with spearmint an' catnip." "Well, I'll move them when I come home," said Jerome, with his usual concession, which always aggravated his mother more than open rebellion, although she admired him for it.

"I only brought those little bundles down from the barn loft to have them handy.

I'll rig up a cupboard for them in the woodshed." Jerome tucked a bottle or two in his pocket, and rolled up a little bouquet of herbs in paper.
"I should think it would be time for you to go and see that young one after meeting," said his mother, varying her point of attack when she met with no resistance.
"I'll go to meeting this afternoon," replied Jerome, in the tone with which he might have pacified a fretful child.

There was no self-justification in it.
"I s'pose Doctor Prescott will be mad if he hears of your goin' there, an' I dun'no' but I should be in his place," she said, as Jerome went out.