You could save yourself a lot," he urged.
"I need saving all right," said Kate, "but I haven't a picture of myself saving myself by drugging a pair of tiny babies." He slipped the bottle back in his pocket.

Kate stood looking at him so long and so intently, he flushed and set the flask on a shelf in the pantry.

"It may come in handy some day when some of us have a cold," he said.
Kate did her best, but she was so weakened by nursing both of the babies, by loss of sleep, and overwork in the house, that she was no help whatever to George in getting in the fall crops and preparing for spring.

She had lost none of her ambition, but there was a limit to her capacity.
In the spring the babies were big and lusty, eating her up, and crying with hunger, until she was forced to resort to artificial feeding in part, which did not agree with either of them.

As a saving of time and trouble she decided to nurse one and feed the other.