Then St. Pether, who will be takin' a nap after dinner in his
arm-chair, inside, and not liking ta be disturbed, will call out mighty
surly, 'Who's there?'"
"'It's I, my Lord,' I'll make answer.
"Av course, he'll know my voice, and, jumping up like a cricket, he'll
open the door as wide as the hinges will let it, and say quite politely--
"'I'm proud to see you here, Father Frank. Walk in, if you plase.'
"Upon that I'll scrape my feet, and walk in, and then St. Pether will say
agin--
"'Well, Father Frank, what have you got to say for yourself? Did you look
well afther your flock; and mind to have them all christened, and married,
and buried, according to the rites of our holy church?'
"Now, good people, I've been forty-five years amongst you, and didn't I
christen every mother's soul of you?"
_Congregation._--You did,--you did,--your Rivirence.
_Father Frank._--Well, and didn't I bury the most of you, too?
_Congregation._--You did, your Rivirence.
_Father Frank._--And didn't I do my best to get dacent matches for all
your little girls? I And didn't I get good wives for all the well-behaved
boys in my parish?--Why don't you spake up, Mick Donovan?
_Mick.
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