Among them was the one containing the castor oil.

"Who has been at it ?" he asked.
"Miss Amilly.

She came and filled that great fat glass pot of hers, with her own hands; and she made me drop in some essence of cloves to scent it.

Won't her hair smell of it to-night!" "They'll make castor oil scarce, if they go at it like that," said Jan indifferently.
"They use about a quart a month; I know they do; the three of 'em together," exclaimed young Cheese, as vehemently as if the loss of the castor oil was personal.

"How their nightcaps must be greased!" "Sibylla doesn't use it," said Jan.
"Doesn't she, though!" retorted young Cheese, with acrimony.