“I fell, you see. Trod on my abbot, Father Habit. Oh, dear! I mean...”
“Err, sorry Father Abbot. I tripped y'see. Trod on my Abbot, Father Habit. Oh dear, I mean....”
“Dear L--Fell asleep in a park. Started to rain. Woke up with my hat full of leaves. You are all I see when I open or close a book.Yours,M”
“Oh,' said the little girl, 'my head's on your heart; I can hear it going. What a big heart you've got, father dear.”
“See what I mean? You fell off. You're such a damsel in distress.”
“From we to three. Oh, my dear, I love you so.”