I kept going into that small, dark room — an endless ritual, day and night — so I could provide a few tiny bottles of milk. (breastfeedingtoday-llli.org)
My mother in her quiet way knew more about herbs and their powers than anyone else, and together with her waiting woman, Mary Danes, she would spend hours in the stillroom, making all sorts of potions which were distilled and stored in tiny bottles. (bookbrowse.com)