Mrs. J. Didn’t I tell you now that no good would come of the prophesying, and you that was brought up a decent lad by your own father in Kilbay?
T. J. And what happened to you when you were thrown in at all?
Mr. J. Sure, I was swallowed by a great whale, and the Lord said to the whale——
T. J. Holy Mother! It’s mad he is and not drunk at all!
Mr. J. It is not mad I am nor drunk either. Wasn’t I three days and three nights in the belly of the whale, and the sea roaring without, the same as a man would lie in his warm bed and it raining——
Mrs. J. Three days and three nights!—and isn’t it nine months since you lepped out of the ship? Will you tell me now where you have been in the meanwhile and what you were doing at all?
Mr. J. Sure the Lord spoke to the whale, and the whale threw me up on the dry land——
Mrs. J. (suspicious soul). And where would that be now?
Mr. J. Sure I don’t know now——
Mrs. J. I should think not indeed——