"First, we suppose him not to have the money--there I may be wrong or I
may be right; now for the illustration and the logic.

"Pether Donovan."

"Here, your Reverence."

"Now, Pether, if I suppose you to have no money, am I right, or am I
wrong?"

"Why, thin, I'd be sarry to prove your Reverence to be wrong, so I
would; but, for all that, I believe I must give it aginst you."

"How much have you got, Pether?"

"Ethen, but 'tis your Reverence that's comin' close upon me; two or
three small note an' some silver."

"How much silver, Pether?"

"I'll tell your Reverence in a jiffy--I ought to have a ten shillin',
barring the price of a quarther o' tobaccy that I bought at the
crass-roads boyant. Nine shillins an' somo hapuns, yer Reverence."

"Very good, Pether, you must hand me the silver, till I give the rest of
the illustration wid it."

"But does your Reverence mind another ould proverb?--'a fool an' his
money's asy parted.' Sure an' I know you're goin' to do a joke upon me."