"Well, ye can't expect the Pope to come to Dalston!"
"No, no; I don't mean that," said Zillah, in hasty apology. "Only it's so far off, and I shouldn't know how to go."
"It's not so far off as Ameriky, an' it's two broths of bhoys I've got there."
"Isn't it?" asked Zillah.
"No, Lord love ye: an' sure gold carries ye anywhere nowadays, ixcept to Heaven."
"But if I got to Rome, would the Pope see the child?"
"As sartin as the child wud see him," the Fire-Woman replied emphatically.
"He can do miracles, then?" inquired Zillah.
"What else wud he be for? Not that 'tis much of a miracle to take away the Evil Oi, bad scran to the witch!"
"Then perhaps our Rabbi can do it, too?" cried Zillah, with a sudden hope.