Grandma, pointing to four bottles on the table. "Now whar's the
directions, Madeline?"

These having been produced from between the leaves of the family Bible,
Madeline read, while Grandma made a vigorous practical application of
the various mixtures.

"This admirable lotion"--in soft ecstatic tones Madeline rehearsed the
flowery language of the recipe--"though not so instantaneously startling
in its effect as our inestimable dyer and setter, yet forms a most
essential part of the whole process, opening, as it does, the dry and
lifeless pores of the scalp, imparting to them new life and beauty, and
rendering them more easily susceptible to the applications which follow.
But we must go deeper than this; a tone must be given to the whole
system by means of the cleansing and rejuvenating of the very centre of
our beings, and, for this purpose, we have prepared our wonderful
potion." Here Grandpa, with a wry face, was made to swallow a spoonful
of the mixture. "Our unparalleled dyer," Madeline continued, "restores
black hair to a more than original gloss and brilliancy, and gives to
the faded golden tress the sunny flashes of youth." Grandpa was dyed.
"Our world-renowned setter completes and perfects the whole process by
adding tone and permanency to the efficacious qualities of the lotion,
potion, and dyer, etc.;" while on Grandpa's head the unutterable dye was
set.

"Now, read teacher some of the testimonials, daughter," said Grandma
Keeler, whose face was one broad, generous illustration of that rare and
peculiar virtue called faith.

So Madeline continued: "Mrs. Hiram Briggs, of North Dedham, writes: 'I