"What is this for?" he said, with a droll look.
"Damp it," said the doctor, "and put it on your face to make you blush. I'm sure nothing else can."
"Midshipman O'Callaghan—Second Prize."
Up came the supernumerary and received—an ounce of Epsom salts.
"But, doctor, dear," cried Paddy, "what am I to do with them, at all, at all?"
"Swallow them, lad, to draw the blood from your head.
"Third Prize—a box of rhubarb pills."
Creggan laughed.
"Pills," said Dr. Grant, "and medicine of nearly every sort, are the best things in the world for the inside—of a rat's hole."
Creggan thanked him, and retired.