"I have some business to transact with Father Moran now," the Bishop said, "but you must stay to dinner. You have walked a long way, and you are tired and hungry."
"But, your Grace, if I don't start now, I shall not get home until nightfall."
"A car will take you back, Father MacTurnan. I will see to that. I must have some exact information about your poor people. We must do something for them."
Father MacTurnan and the Bishop were talking together when the car came to take Father MacTurnan home, and the Bishop said:—
"Father MacTurnan, you have borne the loneliness of your parish a long while."
"Loneliness is only a matter of habit. I think, your Grace, I'm better suited to the place than I am for any other. I don't wish any change, if your Grace is satisfied with me."
"No one will look after the poor people better than yourself, Father MacTurnan. But," he said, "it seems to me there is one thing we have forgotten. You haven't told me if you succeeded in getting the money to buy the pig."
Father MacTurnan grew very red.... "I had forgotten it. The relief works—"
"It's not too late. Here's five pounds, and this will buy him a pig."
"It will indeed," said the priest, "it will buy him two!"