"I'd be sorry to trust to you, Andy, for remembering. Here's the prescription; take great care of it, and Mr. M'Grane will give you something to bring back; and mind, if it's a powder, don't let it get wet as you did the sugar the other day." "No, ma'am." "And if it's a bottle, don't break it as you did the last." "No, ma'am." "And make haste." "Yis, ma'am:" and off went Andy. In going through the village he forgot to leave the prescription at the apothecary's, and pushed on for the attorney's: there he saw Murtough Murphy, who handed him the law process, enclosed in a cover, with a note to the squire. "Have you been doing anything very clever lately, Andy?" said Murtough. "I don't know, sir," said Andy. "Did you shoot any one with soda-water since I saw you last?" Andy grinned. "Did you kill any more dogs lately, Andy?" "Faith, you're too hard on me, sir: sure I never killed but one dog, and that was an accident----" "An accident!--D--n your impudence, you thief! Do you think, if you killed one of the pack on purpose, we wouldn't cut the very heart out o' you with our hunting-whips?" "Faith, I wouldn't doubt you, sir: but, sure, how could I help that divil of a mare runnin' away wid me, and thramplin' the dogs?" "Why didn't you hold her, you thief?" "Hould her, indeed!--you just might as well expect to stop fire among flax as that one." "Well, be off with you now, Andy, and take care of what I gave you for the squire." "Oh, never fear, sir," said Andy, as he turned his horse's head homeward. He stopped at the apothecary's in the village to execute his commission for "misthis." On telling the son of Galen that he wanted some physic "for one o' the childre up at the big house," the dispenser of the healing art asked _what_ physic he wanted. "Faith, I dunna what physic." "What's the matter with the child?" "He's sick, sir." "I suppose so, indeed, or you wouldn't be sent for medicine.--You're always making some blunder. You come here, and don't know what description of medicine is wanted." "Don't I?" said Andy with a great air. "No you don't, you omadhaun!" said the apothecary. Andy fumbled in his pockets and could not lay hold of the paper his mistress entrusted him with until he had emptied them thoroughly of their contents upon the counter of the shop; and then taking the prescription from the collection, he said, "So you tell me I don't know the description of the physic I'm to get. Now, you see you're out; for _that's_ the _description_." And he slapped the counter impressively with his hand, as he threw down the recipe before the apothecary.