All the
time she was actin' so--seemed as if she was too sick to sense
anythin'--she was keepin' a sharp lookout as to how we took it out
of the corner of one eye. I see her. You could never cheat me
about Luella Miller. Finally I got real mad and I run home and I
got a bottle of valerian I had, and I poured some boilin' hot water
on a handful of catnip, and I mixed up that catnip tea with most
half a wineglass of valerian, and I went with it over to Luella's.
I marched right up to Luella, a-holdin' out of that cup, all
smokin'. 'Now,' says I, 'Luella Miller, 'YOU SWALLER THIS!'
"'What is--what is it, oh, what is it?' she sort of screeches out.
Then she goes off a-laughin' enough to kill.
"'Poor lamb, poor little lamb,' says Aunt Abby, standin' over her,
all kind of tottery, and tryin' to bathe her head with camphor.
"'YOU SWALLER THIS RIGHT DOWN,' says I. And I didn't waste any
ceremony. I just took hold of Luella Miller's chin and I tipped
her head back, and I caught her mouth open with laughin', and I
clapped that cup to her lips, and I fairly hollered at her:
'Swaller, swaller, swaller!' and she gulped it right down.
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