“‘True!’ ses Cromwell. ‘The eaten loaf is soon forgotten, and the English people would forget me if they could.’
“‘Don’t worry,’ says the Devil. ‘The Irish will never allow them to do that.’
“‘I suppose my memory will be always kept green by the Irish,’ ses Cromwell.
“‘Of course,’ ses the Devil. ‘Of course it will. And what greater proof can you have of the inconsistency of mankind?’
“‘There’s nothing more consistent than man’s inconsistency,’ ses Cromwell.
“‘Except woman’s, of course,’ ses the Devil. ‘Sure I can’t understand the creatures at all.’
“‘I’m glad to hear you say so,’ ses Cromwell, ‘because if we could understand them, there would be no more surprises left for us.’”
“You have a wonderful memory, Johnny,” said Peep, “an’ I’ll be glad to hear the remainder of your story when the moon sails over the hills again. I’ll be off now, for the sun is rising, and I must be alone to enjoy myself.”
“God speed you,” ses Johnny. “Two is a crowd when a man’s feeling sleepy.”