STEWED QUAKER.
Reading edition
BY MARGARET E. SANGSTER.
I don't like to be very ill—just ill enough to make her, (My grandmamma) say softly, "Child, I'll fix you some stewed Quaker." It's sweet and thick and very nice, and has molasses in it, And lots of vinegar and spice; you want it every minute. And being medicine, of course you sip and say it's dandy. Just only think! it's medicine, and tastes like taffy candy! Now castor-oil and squills, and stuff that wrinkles up your forehead, And puckers up your mouth, and gags and burns, are simply horrid. I don't mind being ill at all, if darling grandma'll make her Nice dose she used to make for pa when he was young—stewed Quaker.