I asked her to bring some "sweet" to mix the powder in.
"I hate disguises," said Miss Axtell; "I'd rather have true bitters than cover them just a little with sugars. Give it me, if I must take it."
"But you can't,—not this powder."
"A glass of water, Kate, please"; and she actually took the bitter dose of Dover in all its undisguised severity.
"There! isn't that a thousand times better than covering it all up in a sweetness that one knows isn't true?"
She looked a little as if expecting an answer. I would have preferred not saying my thought, and was waiting, when she asked,—
"Don't you think on the subject?"
"Yes; I think that I like the bitter better when it is concealed."
"You wouldn't, if you knew, if you had tried it, child."
"Oh, I have taken a Dover's-powder often, and I always bury it in sirup."