AUNT BITSY'S FRECKLE POTION

Aunt Bitsy came down with an "old sore leg" one summer.  I knew she did because I heard folks ask Aunt Reba how her sister's "old sore leg" was doing.  The only income Aunt Bitsy had was from the homemade elixir she made and sold for twenty five cents a bottle.  I don't know what all was in it, but it was guaranteed to keep the freckles away, and the womenfolk bought it so fast, it was hard to keep up.  Mama told Aunt Bitsy it would be all right if us kids went to stay for a week to help out.  She made us promise not to be a burden, and started packing our things right away.  We were about as excited as a cow lookin' at a new gate.  
First thing I heard next morning was the swish swish of Aunt Reba's skirt as she flew through our house gathering food and clothes, and...us.  We kissed Mama goodbye and left for the cottage in the wildwood.  The wagon was so loaded down, I declared it would take us two days to go ten miles.  My brother rode on the back, and my sister and I were on opposite sides,  (usually the case with us anyway).  Close to Watson's creek  my brother yelled he could see two people gettin' baptized down there!  We bowed our heads 'cause we were scared not to! 
When we got to Aunt Bitsy's, she was out on the back porch busily making her Freckle Potion.  After we all hugged, my brother asked to see the "old sore leg".  I knocked him in the head for doin' it!  Aunt Reba wouldn't hear of her sister standing up one more minute on that bad leg, and promptly ordered her to sit down.  That's when we kids went to work.  I never saw so many bottles to fill in my life, but we got 'em all done; and then somebody let the dogs out.  They licked the whole porch off and slept good that night.  
It turned out to be a pretty good week after all.  We all pitched in while Aunt Bitsy took it easy.  At night we would sing "Sally in Her Shimmy Tail", "Strut Miss Lizzy", and anything else we could think of.  In the daytime we would haul bottles of elixir to town and collect what money there was.  Aunt Bitsy was real happy the whole time we were there...sometimes downright giddy.  The "old sore leg" healed just right, and as long as she lived, she never had a freckle.