And her nose looked like beetroot in cooking when spoiled;
So she ran in a corner, where safe she might hide
From the flood of reproofs which she feared might betide.
Then enter'd the Abbot, his eyes cast around,
And snug in a corner the old lady found,
While away on an errand had Looney been sent,
To prevent his eaves-dropping—if such his intent.
("That shows skill," thought Ted, "but I yet shall defeat it,
For Meg will hear all, and is sure to repeat it.")
"She sleeps," said the priest, "and I don't like to wake her,