GINSENG
WHAT Dr. McAllister ever did before Henry began to work for him would be hard to guess.
There were centainly as many duties always waiting for him as he had time to do. And it made no difference to the industrious boy what the job was. Nothing was too hard or too dirty for him to attempt.
One day the doctor set him at the task of clearing out his little laboratory. The boy washed bottles, pasted labels, and cleaned instruments for one whole morning. And more than one broken flask on its way to the rubbish heap was carefully carried up the hill to the hidden family.
While Henry was busy carefully lettering a sticky label, he noticed a young man in the outer office who was talking with the doctor.
"Can you tell me if this is real ginseng?" Henry heard him say.
"It certainly is," returned Dr. McAllister, "They will give you two dollars a pound for the root at any of the drug stores."
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