They went through
her little garden. Here she had marigolds and hollyhocks, and old
maids and tall sunflowers, and all kinds of sweet-smelling herbs,
so that the air was full of tansy-tea and elder-blow. Over the porch
grew a hop-vine, and a brandy-cherry tree shaded the door, and a
luxuriant cranberry-vine flung its delicious fruit across the
window. They went into a small parlor, which smelt very spicy.
All around hung little bags full of catnip, and peppermint, and all
kinds of herbs; and dried stalks hung from the ceiling; and on the
shelves were jars of rhubarb, senna, manna, and the like.
But there was no little old woman. She had gone up into the
woods to get some more wild herbs, so they all thought they
would follow her,Elizabeth Eliza, Solomon John, and the little
boys. They had to climb up over high rocks, and in among
huckleberry-bushes and black berry-vines. But the little boys had
their india-rubber boots. At last they discovered the little old
woman. They knew her by her hat. It was steeple-crowned,
without any vane. They saw her digging with her trowel round a
sassafras bush. They told her their story,how their mother had put
salt in her coffee, and how the chemist had made it worse instead
of better, and how their mother couldn't drink it, and wouldn't she
come and see what she could do? And she said she would, and
took up her little old apron, with pockets all round, all filled with
everlasting and pennyroyal, and went back to her house.
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