“I’d say these things do good as far as they go—” “Oh, I don’t hold much with ginseng,” Mrs. Barker said. “Mostly people used to value it because the root is forked and shaped like a human fi gure, but that’s only legend, superstition. Ginseng just makes you feel better temporarily. So would a cup of hot tea. I do believe there’s at least one ginseng formula in my book! You grind up the dried ginseng root into a powder, and then you add—let me see—Oh, dear, I forget.” Cherry kept silent. She did not want to put answers into Emma Barker’s mouth. Mrs. Barker was not interested in ginseng and rattled on about something else. Cherry saw that she was not going to learn anything more about ginseng remedies here today. But there was another way she might fi nd out! A plan took shape in her mind. It was growing late, yet not too late, not too rainy and dark— “Mrs. Barker, this has been a delightful tea party. Now, I’m afraid I must go.” “Can’t you stay and visit a little longer?
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