The boy his question would renew,
Nor from his purpose be diverted.
At length, the matter to decide,
“’Tis Father Peter” she replied.
“He’s come to pray.” The child gave o’er,
When a loud thumping at the door
Proclaim’d the Husband coming! Lo!
Where could the wily neighbour go?
Where hide his recreant, guilty head—
But underneath the Farmer’s bed?—