Oh, you don't know I am stopping at the presbytery.

I happened to meet the curate, Father Francis, in Montreal--we were school-boys together--and he was about the wildest, most mischievous fellow I ever met.

We were immense friends--a fellow-feeling, you know, makes us wondrous kind.

Judge of my amazement on meeting him on Notre Dame street, in soutane and broad-brimmed hat, and finding he had taken to Mother Church.

You might have knocked me down with a feather, I assure you.