The new church was well underway, and the contractor stopped for a brief chat with one of the workmen.
"Pat, " he asked casually, "didn't you once tell me that you had a brother who was a bishop?"
"Yes, I do," replied Pat.
"And you a bricklayer," the contractor went on. "It sure is a funny world. Thinks in life aren't divided equally, are they?"
"No, they aren't, sir," agreed Pat, as he proudly slapped another brick into place.
"My poor brother couldn't do this to save his life ..."