There she stopped, and stuffed her huge pockets with some of all
the kinds of herbs. She took some tansy and peppermint, and
caraway-seed and dill, spearmint and cloves, pennyroyal and
sweet marjoram, basil and rosemary, wild thyme and some of the
other time,such as you have in clocks,sappermint and oppermint,
catnip, valerian, and hop; indeed, there isn't a kind of herb you can
think of that the little old woman didn't have done up in her little
paper bags, that had all been dried in her little Dutch-oven. She
packed these all up, and then went back with the children, taking
her stick.
Meanwhile Mrs. Peterkin was getting quite impatient for her
coffee.
As soon as the little old woman came she had it set over the fire,
and began to stir in the different herbs. First she put in a little hop
for the bitter. Mrs.
Peterkin said it tasted like hop-tea, and not at all like coffee. Then
she tried a little flagroot and snakeroot, then some spruce gum,
and some caraway and some dill, some rue and rosemary, some
sweet marjoram and sour, some oppermint and sappermint, a little
spearmint and peppermint, some wild thyme, and some of the
other tame time, some tansy and basil, and catnip and valerian, and
sassafras, ginger, and pennyroyal. The children tasted after each
mixture, but made up dreadful faces. Mrs. Peterkin tasted, and did
the same. The more the old woman stirred, and the more she put
in, the worse it all seemed to taste.
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