The Cherubs Will Begin!

I sat down to supper. I heard the beads running through the recumbent abbot's fingers quicker than water runs from a spout after a summer thunder shower. He blanched and withered before my unre lenting gaze. But i had need of that good confessor. Misericordia domine nobis, murmured the old sinner. And ere he could stagger a yard, the golden apostolic crook was about the ankle of the errant sheep,. and the prior of saint olaf's rolled over, headlong upon the floor. Allo, there Ambrose, devo, jemo. Jolly comrades, sleepy dogs, come forth. Fi