“No, sor; ye are very badly mistaken,” replied Pat.
“What!” said the man. “Didn’t they come from Ireland?”
“No, sor,” answered Pat, “they’re there yet.”
Mrs. Murphy—No, yer Reverence, Pat can’t go on that scrub-cuttin’ job to-day—he’s in bed wid snake-bite.
Father O’Grady—Save his soul! An’ so he’s been bit, eh?
Mrs. Murphy—Not yet, Father; but he has drank a bottle of brandy ’n case he might be!
ON HER CALLING LIST.
Mrs. Flynn had just moved into the neighborhood, and an old friend dropped in for a visit. “And are yez on callin’ terms wid yer nixt door neighbor yet?”