Please tell me she has made a mistake somehow, girls,” demanded Miss B.
We all three looked at our feet and shuffled in a most guilty way.
“No Miss,” I finally acted as spokesperson.
“I am afraid Sister C is quite correct,” I said, close to tears, partly for the guilt of what we had done, but also for what I expected to happen next.
“I am sorry, Father, we were distracted (I avoided bored) and, well, it just happened.”
“The book and pen just appeared like a Holy Miracle, did it?” said Father M.
“No, you wilfully defaced a hymn book in the sight of The Lord and tried to lie your way out of it, girl.
Miss B, I believe these girls have earned themselves a severe punishment which I hope you will see to, on my behalf,” he continued.
“I thoroughly agree, Father. These girls do certainly need to be disciplined, but,” Miss B said glaring at each of us in turn.