He soon found the servant, who was a young girl, and said to her:
"We have no time to lose. Let us be off. Come! get on my head and let's go."
"Oh, I thank you, sir," the young girl answered, laughingly. "You are too good. I can walk very well on my feet."
But Loony John was not to be put off in this way. He remembered that he had been told to carry the wine on his head, and as the new servant showed no inclination to obey him he gave her a terrible beating. She fell almost lifeless by the roadside.
"Oh—ho!" cried Loony John, "you think you will have me scolded again to-day; but I am not so fond of a scolding, I can assure you."
Without delay he placed the poor girl on his head and carried her home, where he arrived well-nigh exhausted.
"What is it you have there?" his mother cried.
"It is our new servant I bring you."
"Oh, what an unhappy creature I am!" exclaimed the mother. She hastened to put the servant to bed. The poor girl's arms were broken and her shoulders bruised.