Mrs. Donovan was walking down O'Connell Street in Dublin when she
>met up with Father Flaherty. He said, "Top o' the mornin' to ye! Aren't ye
>Mrs. Donovan and didn't I marry ye and yer husband two years ago?"
>She replied, "Aye, that ye did, Father."
>"And be there any wee little ones yet?" Father asked. "No, not yet,
>Father." "Well now, I'm going to Rome next week and I'll light a candle for ye
>and yer husband." "Oh thank ye, Father." They then parted ways.
>
>Some years later they met again and Father asked, "Well now, Mrs.
>Donovan, how are ye these days?" "Oh, very well, Father!"
>"And tell me, have ye any wee ones yet?"
>"Oh yes, Father! Three sets of twins and 4 singles, 10 in all!"
>"That's wonderful! And how is yer loving husband doing?"
>"E's gone to Rome to blow out yer frickin candle!"
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