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But I don't see any sense in a minister of the gospel calling prayer-meeting a lower ordinance than feeding catnip-tea to Mrs. Brown's last baby. But hasn't this little boy Shocking, or what do you call him? got any mother?" "Yes," said Ralph, "and that was just what I was going to say."
Talk about soothing herbs, bless me, it's hot catnip-tea, good and strong, that he serves up in half of his strings about " "O, Eric, hush," cried Mae, "I am afraid for you with such words on your lips. Think of Ananias." "Do read it to us," said Edith, "and let us judge for ourselves." So Albert began: ALL ON A SUMMER'S DAY.
"'Now, may the dogs get me, if I ever heard such a string of nonsense! said Robber Grim. 'Don't believe a word she says. She's an old granny. She's got the fidgets. She wants a dose of catnip-tea. Don't believe Tom Skip-an'-jump, either. What does he know about war? He never was shot at. Look at me! I'm Robber Grim! I'm an old one, I am! I've got good blood in my veins.
There's the clothes in the basket under the table downstairs you might begin to iron 'em; they're only rough dry. But don't come asking me about anything; I can't bear it. Ellen, don't let a soul go into the buttery except yourself. And, Ellen! I don't care if you make me a little catnip-tea: the catnip's up in the store-room the furthest door in the back attic here's the keys.
Don't go to fussing with anything else there." Ellen thought the prospect before her rather doleful when she reached the kitchen. It was in order, to be sure, and clean; but it looked as if the mistress was away. The fire had gone out, the room was cold; even so little a matter as catnip-tea seemed a thing far off and hard to come by.
How to make catnip-tea Ellen did not exactly know, but supposed it must follow the same rules as black tea, in the making of which she felt herself very much at home. So she put a pinch or two of catnip leaves into the pot, poured a little water on them, and left it to draw. Meanwhile came in kind Mr. Van Brunt with an armful or two of small short sticks for the fire, which Ellen could manage.
The afternoon was warm and balmy, but a few smouldering sticks were kept in the great chimney, and thrust deep into the embers was a mongrel species of snub-nosed tea-pot, which fumed strongly of catnip-tea, a little of which gracious beverage Miss Roxy was preparing in an old-fashioned cracked India china tea-cup, tasting it as she did so with the air of a connoisseur.
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