It was several days before the children went to “Breezy Inn” again, but one pleasant sunshiny morning found them climbing the new ladder as gayly as if no unpleasant experience were connected with its memory.

Carter had cleaned up the veranda, though powder marks still showed in some places.

“Why, girls,” exclaimed Marjorie, “here’s our pennyroyal extract!  I had forgotten every single thing about it.  The high old time we had that day swept it all out of my head.”

“I remembered it,” said Molly, “but I thought it had to extract itself for a week.”

“No, four days is enough.  It must be done now; it smells so, anyway.”

The girls all sniffed at the pails of spicy-smelling water, and, after wisely dipping their fingers in it and sniffing at them, they concluded it was done.

“It’s beautiful,” said Marjorie; “I think it’s a specially fine extract, and we’ll have no trouble in selling heaps of it.  Don’t let’s tell anybody until we’ve made a whole lot of money; and then we’ll tell Grandma it’s for the Dunns, and she’ll be so surprised to think we could do it.”

“Where are the bottles?” asked Stella.  “I can finish up the labels, while you girls are filling the bottles and tying the corks in.”

“Let’s tie kid over the top,” suggested Molly, “like perfume bottles, you know.  You just take the wrists of old kid gloves and tie them on with a little ribbon, and then snip the edges all around like they snip the edges of a pie.”

“Lovely!” cried Midget, “and now I’ll tell you what:  let’s all go home and get a lot of bottles and corks and old kid gloves and ribbons and everything, and then come back here and fix the bottles up right now.”

“You two go,” said Stella, who was already absorbed in the work of making labels; “that will give me time to do these things.  They’re going to be awfully pretty.”

So Midge and Molly scampered off to their homes, and rummaged about for the materials they wanted.

They had no trouble in finding them, for the elder people in both houses were accustomed to odd demands from the children, and in less than half an hour the girls were back again, each with a basket full of bottles, old gloves, and bits of ribbon.

“Did your mother ask you what you wanted them for?” said Mops to Molly.

“No; she just told me where they were, in a cupboard in the attic; and told me to get what I wanted and not bother her, because she was making jelly.”

“I got mine from Eliza, so Grandma doesn’t know anything about it; and now we can keep it secret, and have a lovely surprise.”

What might have seemed work, had they been doing it for some one else, was play to the children then; and Midge and Molly carefully strained their precious extract from the leaves and bottled it and corked it with care.  They tied neatly the bits of old gloves over the corks, though it was not an easy task, and when finished did not present quite the appearance of daintily-topped perfume bottles.