DIDN’T SOUND GOOD.
Softly the nurse smoothed the sufferer’s pillow. He had been admitted only that morning, and now he looked up pleadingly at the nurse that stood at his bedside.
“An’ phwat did ye say the docther’s name was, nurse, dear,” he asked.
“Dr. Kilpatrick,” was the reply. “He’s the senior house surgeon.”
“That settles it,” he muttered, firmly, “that docther won’t get a chanst to operate on me.”
“Why not?” asked the nurse in surprise. “He’s a very clever man.”
“Tha he may be,” the patient said. “But me name happens to be Patrick.”
Patrick worked for a notoriously stingy boss and lost no chance to let the fact be known. Once a waggish friend, wishing to twit him, remarked:
“Pat, I heard that your boss just gave you a brand-new suit of clothes.”