GOOD morning, Father Francis. Good morning, Mrs. Sheckleton. What has brought you abroad so early, Mrs. Sheckleton? I have come to confess a great sin, Father Francis. What is it, Mrs. Sheckleton? Your cat stole a pound of my butter, Father Francis. O, no sin at all, Mrs. Sheckleton. But I killed your cat for it, Father Francis. O, a very great sin indeed, Mrs. Sheckleton, you must do penance. What penance, Father Francis? Kiss me three times. Oh! but I can't! Oh! but you must! Oh! but I can't! Oh! but you must! Well, what must be must, So kiss, kiss, kiss, and away. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...I'VE NEVER SEEN SUCH A REAL HARD TIME BEFORE' by HAYDEN CARRUTH DEDICATION IN THESE DAY by HAYDEN CARRUTH ONE FAVORED ACORN by ROBERT FROST HOUSE WITH THE MARBLE STEPS by AMY LOWELL IN GRANTCHESTER MEADOWS; ON HEARING A SKYLARK SING by GEORGE SANTAYANA |