paregoric

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

Finally, a doctor prescribed paregoric, and as long as he had a continuous supply, Poppy found some peace.

“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.