So Pat went home and told his brother Mike about it, whereupon Mike said:
"Now you give me dthim clothes of yours and I'll go down and answer his questions for him."
So next morning Mike went down bright and early, and the mayor recognizing Patrick as he thought, said:
"Ah, good morning, Patrick. Have you really come back to answer those three questions I put to you yesterday?"
"Yis, I have."
"Well the first question is, 'What is the weight of the moon?'"
"The weight of the moon is one hundred pounds, twenty-five pounds to each quarther, four quarthers make one hundred."
"Capital, Patrick, capital! Now the second question is, 'How many stars are in the sky?'"
"How many shtars are in the shky? There are four billion, sivin million, noine hundred and thirty-two tousand and one."
"Splendid, Patrick, splendid. Now look out for the last question which is, 'What am I thinking of?'"