Lorna Irwin was striding down O'Connell Street in Dublin, and coming in the opposite direction was Father O'Mara.
'Hello,' uttered the Father, 'and how is Mrs Irwin this fine day? Didn't I marry you two years ago?'
Lorna replied, 'That you did Father.'
The priest inquired, 'And are there any little ones yet?'
'No, not yet Father,' murmured Lorna Irwin.
'Well, now, I'm going to Rome next week, and I'll light a candle for you.'
'Thank you, Father.'
A few years later they met again.
'Well, now, Mrs Irwin," said Father O'Mara, 'and how are you?'
'Oh, very well,' responded Lorna.
'And tell me,' said the Reverend Father, 'have you any little ones yet?'
'Oh yes, Father O'Mara,' answered Lorna Irwin, 'I've had three sets of twins, and four singles: ten in all.'
'Now isn't that wonderful,' rejoined Father O'Mara, 'And how is your lovely husband?'
'Oh, Basil,' she replied, 'now he's gone to Rome. To blow out the damn candle!'
