Now, however, it was two thirds full of a black sticky mixture.

Mrs.Stover removed the cork and took an investigating sniff.
"It smells powerful," she said, hopefully.
"It is.

Would you like to taste it ?" handing her a tablespoon.

He watched as she swallowed a spoonful.
"Ugh! oh!" she gasped; even her long suffering palate rebelled at THAT taste.

"It--I should think that OUGHT to help him." "I should think so.