"Ah, dthin," said Pat, "and pfhat is the Civil Sarvice?"
"It means that you must answer three questions I put to you, and if you answer them correctly I may be able to place you."
"Well," said Pat, "I think I can answer dthim if they're not too hard."
"The first question is, 'What is the weight of the moon?'"
"Ah, now, how can I tell you that? Shure and I don't know."
"Well, try the second one, 'How many stars are in the sky?'"
"Now you're pokin' fun at me. How do I know how many Stars there are in the shky?"
"Then try the third question, and if you answer it correctly I'll forgive you the others, 'What am I thinking of?'"
"Pfhat are you thinkin' of? Shure, how can any man tell what you politicians are thinkin' about. Bedad I don't belave you know pfhat you're thinkin' about yourself. I guess I'll be lookin' for work ilsewhere, so good-day to you!"
The mayor called Pat back and told him not to be discouraged, but to go home and think about it, and if on the morrow he thought he could answer the questions to come down again and he would give him another chance.