"Whar yous done ben? you is getten' dreadful. Dat's de second big scrape yous been in since you' sister been away."
"Why, Hetty!" exclaimed Mrs. Allen. "What else has Bo been doing? I hope you are not keeping things from your mother, my son. I fear something is very wrong with you. Did you get to confession last week?"
"Mamma, I was going, but Father Clement was so cross to a fellow, who did a couple of mortal sins, and the fellow said he got pitched out of the box, so I got afraid."
Ma—Did the boy tell you what the sins were?
Bo—I asked him, but he looked at me with such a face, and called me a "greeny."
Ma—Oh, you should not have asked him.
Bo—Well, I just wanted to know if his sins were like mine. I couldn't dare to go to confession, if he got put out for only two mortal sins, I would catch it, for I have committed such a pile of them.
Ma—Merciful goodness, child! When did you commit the sins? I was sure you told me all your thoughts and actions of each day.
Bo—I do pretty much, Ma, dear, but you see I have not been having many talks with you at night for a long time. You let me say my prayers alone.
Ma—My darling, I have been attending to poor, sick Papa, but I am sorry if my negligence has caused you to be careless about your conscience. Do tell me what sins you have committed.