Pat, wishing to have Mike sample the hot stuff also, replied, "Oim
cryin' fer me poor ould mither who's dead away over in ould Ireland."
By and by Mike took some of the radish, and immediately tears filled his
eyes. "An' phat be you cryin' fer, now?" queried Pat. "Ach," says Mike,
"I'm cryin' because you didn't die at the same time your ould mither did
in ould Ireland."