paregoric

In the end, it was as much Caroline’s charm as the paregoric that worked.

Mom said after the paregoric, Poppy never read another book.

“Only that big? It felt like a house. Look, dear,” said Faye, “open that second drawer where my medicine is. Bring the paregoric and a piece of cotton. Will you help me pack this tooth?”

Sometimes she carried them herself in a basket, and she always gave them a few drops of paregoric so they would keep quiet.

At 10, she would scrape opium-based paregoric powder from old medicine bottles.