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A Sudden Chonge of Mind

(Writes an old friend: "You used to tell a story long ago about the dying Irish woman who was listing their accounts to her husband. Please tell it again." Well, we last told that just 20 years ago, so it is probably new to the present generation. Here it is.)

Pat and Bridget had run a grocery store together for many years. Bridget kept the books, such as they were. She was on her deathbed, and Pat sat beside her. She said, "Pat, get your pencil and paper. I want to give you a list of our accounts." So Pat got the paper, and Bridget told off the accounts from memory.

"Murphy owes us eleven dollars," she said. "Listen to her," said Pat. "Her mind is as clear and bright as it iver was." "Cassidy owes us twenty-three dollars and a half," said Bridget. "Yer a wonderful woman," said Pat, as he wrote it down. "Dugan owes us seventeen dollars," she said. "Niver have I seen the likes of you," said Pat. "Dyin' wid yer mind as clear as crystal." She gave him several other names and amounts, and Pat put them down. "The total is eighty-nine dollars and fifty cents we have comin'," said Bridget. "Right," said Pat, "an' that grand mind o' yours is perfect to the end."

"There's one thing more, Pat," said the dying woman. "We owe the wholesale house three hundred and eightyone dollars." "Listen to the poor old lady," said Pat. "HER MIND'S WANDERIN'.''