"But how'll I get down for lunch?" Pat demanded.
His friend Mike, on the pavement below, suggested jumping as the only currently available means of getting down. Pat's lunch was below, and he was really hungry, so he decided to accept the suggestion.
"Will yez kitch me?" he demanded.
"Sure, an' I'll do that," Mike agreed.
Pat flapped his arms in imitation of a rooster, crowed out loud to those below, to help bolster up his courage, and then leaped off of the scaffolding. Later, he regained consciousness after a short time, and feebly sat-up on the curb. Pat then glared at his friend Mike, reproachfully, and said:
"For why did yez not kitch me?" he asked, as the pain in bones sounded in his quivering voice.
"Begorry," Mike replied sympathetically, "I was waiting for yez to bounce!"