Poor Mike was hot and weary. He had walked many miles. He was also hungry. So he hit up a back door. A sour-faced woman appeared. The following colloquy ensued:
“Av ye place, mum, would ye give a pore, feller a piece of bread.”
“Well, I do not believe in feeding tramps, but I’m a Christian woman, and if a piece of bread is all you want, I’ll give it to you.”
So she gave Mike a chunk of dry bread.
Mike looked at it and turned it over in his hand. Then he said, “So you are a Christian woman?”
“Yes,”she snapped, “and I did not give you that bread for your sake, I gave it for
“And do ye believe in Christ, too?” asked Mike. “Of course, I do,” said the woman.
“And do ye believe that Christ was a poor man like meself and often he was tired and hungry, goin’ around the country like me?”
“Yes, I believe that, too,” answered the woman.
“Then, mum,” said Mike, “if ye are a Christian woman and ye give me this bread for God’s sake, plaze put some butter on it for Christ’s sake.”