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cough* at Rink, and take her some of the
physic that I gae you and Jean when you were
bairns.”’

So the old nurse went out, and Randal and
Jean began to be sorry for the child she was
going to visit. For they remembered the taste
of the physic that the old nurse made by boil-
ing the bark of elder-tree branches; and I
remember it too, for it was the very nastiest
thing that ever was tasted, and did nobody
any good after all.

Then Randal and Jean walked out, strolling
along without much noticing where they went,
and talking about the pleasant days when they
were children.

* Kincough, whooping cough.
g ping

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