"O, it quackles me."
She would not touch the "candy pills," for she had seen the same sort before, and knew they were bitter inside; but she picked the vial out of the cotton-wool, held it up to the light, and thought it looked "very nice."
"Mayn't I have some, grandpa?" whispered she.
She knew her gampa was not there to hear her: it was a way she had of talking to herself.
"Mayn't I have some, gampa?" Then she smiled very sweetly, and replied aloud,—
"Yes, little boy, you may have some."
Ah, Flaxie, Flaxie! To think you should know no better than to meddle with such dreadful things! The antimony was as poisonous as it could be; but, if anybody had told you so, you would have swallowed it all the same, I suppose, you silly little creature!
How much antimony Flaxie took, I'm sure I don't know, but it was a great deal; and it frightens me now to think of it, for this is a true story.
"I'm a doctor's chillen; I mus' take mederson," said she, making a wry face as she found it did not taste at all "nice."
Suddenly a voice called out,—