'Mr Murphy,' said the boarding house landlady, 'I wonder if you would do me
a great favour and change the lightbulb in the dining room?'
'Certainly,' said Murphy. Taking the bulb in his hand he stepped on to the
highly polished dining table in his hobnailed boots and proceeded to set about
'Hold on,' exclaimed the startled landlady, 'I'll get a sheet of paper to
go under your feet.'
'No need,' said Murphy, 'I can reach already.'