“You make me very curious; what is the need of so much hurry?”
“I’ve bought something; is mother up-stairs?”
“Yes, show me what you have bought.”
“A remedy. Infallible, I tell you; a remedy for headache.”
“A remedy for headache?” asked the widow in astonishment. “Who told you that fib?”
“Fib?” repeated the boy, laughing. “I got it below cost.”
“Show it to me, boy,” said Barbara authoritatively, snatching at the vial, but Adrian stepped back, hid the medicine behind him, and replied:
“No, aunt; I shall take it to mother myself.”
“Did one ever hear of such a thing!” cried the widow. “Donkeys dance on ropes, school-boys dabble in doctor’s business! Show me the thing at once! We want no quack wares.”
“Quack wares!” replied Adrian eagerly. “It cost all my fair money, and it’s good medicine.”