“Well,” said Pat, “maybe the other side ain’t such a hivenly place, after all. Fer my part, I don’t think I’d take kindly to wearin’ wings an’ playin’ Jews’ harps fer all eternity.”
“I guess you’re right, old boy; but who knows?—I tell you, Pat, let’s make a bargain.”
“What’s that?”
“Well, if I die first, I’ll send my ghost back to tell you how things are over there; and if you die first you come back and tell me.”
“The divil you say. That’s a mighty spooky bargain, Jamie. I’ll agree to it though; but to spake me moind freely, me boy, I’ve no likin’ for ghosts.”
“Oh, bah! there ain’t any,” said Noisy.
“Ain’t, eh! well, you niver seen one, that’s all.”
“Naw—ner never will!”
“I’m not so sure about that. I think I spied one the other night when I was gittin’ some water.”
“Where?”