1 bottle Salt and treacle. 1 “ Antibilions mixture. 1 “ Arnica. 1 “ Opodeldoc. 1 “ Hartshorn. 1 “ Aromatic vinegar. 1 “ Sweet oil. 1 “ Benzine. 1 “ Grease eradicator. 1 “ Lye. 1 “ Tobacco water. 1 “ Wild honey. 1 “ Lime juice. 1 “ Alcohol. 1 “ Cod liver oil. 1 “ Neats foot oil. In addition to these, she had,-- 1 parcel Wormwood. 1 “ Camomile flowers, 1 “ Cardamum seeds. 1 “ Birch bark. 1 “ Spruce gum. 1 “ Bosin. 1 “ Dandelion. 1 “ Elm bark. 1 “ Elder berries. 1 “ Hops. 1 “ Gum arabic. 1 “ Catnip. 1 parcel Spearmint. 1 “ Peppermint. 1 “ Beeswax. 1 “ Boot ginger. 1 “ Cloves. 1 “ Alum. 1 “ Magnesia. 1 “ Balm of Giles 1 “ Horseradish. 1 “ Flagroot. 1 “ Sarsaparilla. 1 “ Sassafras. 1 “ Soap. 1 pot Pomatum. 1 box Lard. 1 bundle Lint. 1 parcel Senna. 1 pot Mucilage. 1 parcel Salts. 1 “ Cotton wool. 1 “ Diachylon. 1 pot Mustard. 1 parcel Calomel. 1 box Blue pills. 1 “ Cantharides. 1 “ Garlic. 1 “ White lead. And a great many other things, which had accumulated in her closet, and which she now brought forth for the especial benefit of the four boys. Having selected some from among these, she sat calmly awaiting their return. When the boys came back from the bank,--. where they had been enjoying their clam stew,--. this was the sight that greeted their eyes on entering the kitchen: a table filled with bottles and vials, another table filled with parcels and bundles, and on the floor jugs, boxes, kegs, firkins, and bags, in the midst of all of which sat Mrs. Pratt, with her eyes gleaming, from behind her spectacles, upon them, and an expression of benevolent yet unshakable resolution upon her face. The boys entered one by one, and took their seats, looking suspiciously around. There was something in the general appearance of things which did not altogether satisfy them. “Ehem--ehe-e-em!” said Jiggins, at last, to whom the suspense was becoming intolerable. A long silence followed. “Ehem!” he remarked again; but Mrs. Pratt made no answer. “Ehe-e-em!” he remarked a third time. “Is--ah--is Pat--ah--any better?” “Considerable,” said Mrs. Pratt. “Yes, _con_siderable.” “That’s right--that’s good. I feel very much relieved. I’ve blamed myself very much for letting him do as he did.” Mrs. Pratt gave a long sigh. “What do you mean?” she asked. “You all had clams, as well as he. You had a clam stew. Why should he suffer more’n you’ns?” The boys started, and looked at one another. How in the world had Mrs. Pratt found out about the clams? They felt uneasy at first, but soon recollected that, after all, cooking clams was no harm. So they regained their courage.