Casey reached heaven in good time.
“Hello, St. Peter,” said he, “’tis a foine job you have.”
“Right, Casey. ’Tis a great place here. We count a million years as a
minute and a million dollars as a cent.”
“Is that so,” said Casey, wonderingly. “Well, it’s money I need. Well you
lend me a cent, St. Peter?”
“Sure,” replied St. Peter. “In a minute.”
* * * * *
Pat, who had lost his way in the mazes of a large exposition, finally
went up to one of the guards and said:
“Will yez tell me the way to the goin’ out intrance?”
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