Mrs O'Donnel was walking down O'Connell street in Dublin when she met father Murphy.
"Top o' the mornin' to you ma dear. Surely it's Mrs O'Donnel herself that I married a couple of years ago is it not?"
"Indeed it is Father Murphy."
"An' be tellin' me ma dear, an' be tellin me no more, how many little feet are runnin' round the house these days?"
"Oh not any yet Father, but not without tryin' you understand."
"Don't worry now Mrs O'Donnel. I'll be goin' to Rome next week and I'll light a candle for ye both."
A few years later Mrs O'Donnel met Father Murphy in Dublin once more and they recognised eachother immediately.
"Well, if it's not Mrs O'Donnel herself! Tell me now my dear, and tell me this an' no more, are there any children at home yet?"
"Father we have had three sets of twins and three others too, so we have some nine children now."
"Oh that's marvellous. Now I must come round to congratulate you and your husband this eveing if I may."
"Well that'll not be so convenient this evening Father. You see my husband has gone to Rome....to blow the blasted candle out!"