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side of the little girl and felt her head and pulse. He soon satisfied himself that the little sufferer was in no danger, under proper remedies, and now dashed down a prescription on a leaf from his pocketbook. Mrs. Flanagan, who had come out from the retirement of her apron, to stare stupidly at him during the examination, suddenly bobbed up on her legs, with enlightened alacrity, when he asked if there was anyone that could go out to the apothecaries, and said, "sure I wull!" He had a little trouble to make her understand that the prescription, which she took by the corner, holding it away from her, as if it were going to explode presently, and staring at it upside down was to be left "left, mind you, Mrs. Flanagan with the apothecary Mr. Flint at the nearest corner and he will give you some things, which you are to bring here." But she had shuffled off at last with a confident, "yes, sure, I know," her head nodding satisfied assent, and her big thumb covering the note on the margin, "charge to Dr. C. Renton, Bowdoin Street," (which I know, could not keep it from the eyes of the angels!) and he sat down to await her return.