"We'll make more next time," said Midge, "and I'll get Carter to drive us round so we won't have to carry it; for we may sell two or three hundred bottles every day."
"But I can't make so many labels," said Stella, aghast at the outlook.
"Of course you can't," said Molly; "but I'll tell you what! We'll ask them to give the bottles back as soon as they've emptied them, and then we can use them over again, you know."
Midge was a little dubious about asking for the bottles back, but just then they turned into the next house.
It was Marjorie's turn to speak, and greatly encouraged by their late success, she began: "Would you like to buy some pennyroyal extract? For mosquitoes, burns, and bruises. It's only fifty cents a bottle, and we'll take the bottles back."
The lady, who had opened the door, looked at the children as if they were escaped lunatics.
"Don't come around here playing your tricks on me," she exclaimed; "I won't stand it. Take your bottles and be off!"
She did not shut the door upon them, but so irate was her expression that the girls were glad to go away.
"Wasn't she awful!" exclaimed Stella, with a troubled face. "Truly, girls, I don't like this. I'm going home."
"No, you're not, either!" said Marjorie. "Of course, it isn't all pleasant, but when you're working for charity, you mustn't mind that. And, besides, like as not the people at the next house will be lovely."