Mrs. O'Donovan was walking down O'Connell street in Dublin, and coming
in the opposite direction was Father O'Rafferty. "Hello", said the
Father, "and how is Mrs. O'Donovan? Didn't I marry ye two years ago?"
She replied "Aye, that ye did, Father."
"And be there any wee ones yet?"
"No, not yet, Father," said she.
"Well now, I'm going to Rome next week. I'll light a candle fer ye."
"Oh, thank ye, Father." And away she went.
Some years later they met again. "Well now, Mrs. O'Donovan," said the
Father, "how are ye?"
"Oh, very well I am, Father", said she.
"And tell me," he said, "have ye any little ones yet?"
"Oh yes, Father. I've had three sets of twins, and four singles -oh
yes, ten in all."
"Now, isn't that wonderful!" he said. "And how is yer wonderful
"Oh," she said, "E's gone to Rome to blow out yer' fookin' candle."