Practice Typing

They tell the story, he said, that two drunks came out here one foggy evening to look for the grave of a friend of theirs. They asked for Mulcahy from the Coombe and were told where he was buried. After traipsing about in the fog they found the grave sure enough. One of the drunks spelt out the name. Terence Mulcahy. The other drunk was blinking up at a statue of Our Saviour the widow had got put up.