flasket

Then they all started home again, Aunt Isabel carrying the silver-looking flasket.

But when she opened them again, Aunt Isabel was only gazing into the drained flasket with a rueful expression.

On the words, she lifted the flasket to her lips and took a long draught.

I hate flattery as I hate an unfilled flasket in the woodlands at midnight.

Drink now to me out of this precious flasket, and thou shalt be whole and well.