Presently he reached a field where he saw a peasant sowing. When the latter heard him say “A hundredweight of flour” instead of “Good morning,” he shouted to him, half in anger, “I shall be in a bad way if this piece of ground only yields a hundredweight of flour; say rather, I wish you a thousand.”
“I SHALL BE IN A BAD WAY”
“All right, I will say that,” said Tony, and he repeated, as he went on his way, “I wish you a thousand.” After a time he saw a shepherd and his dog struggling with a wolf. The man, thinking that Tony hoped he would be attacked by a thousand wolves, cried out angrily, “What, you good-for-nothing! Say rather, May the devil fly away with him.”
He then came to the Church ... on turning the Corner he saw a House on Fire
“Good, I will say that,” answered Tony, and with these words on his lips he arrived at a cemetery where at that moment a corpse was being buried.
“May the devil fly away with him,” said Tony.
The mourners were very indignant. “Wretched boy,” said the sexton, “say rather, God rest his soul.”
“All right,” said Tony. He then repeated incessantly, “God rest his soul.”