Lou nodded with a smile, though Father Kemble couldn't see it, and started to ramble on about how he tried to do the good Lord's work by helping stray animals and poor souls he found around Whitby. "Was robbed twice last week," he mentioned as if it was an everyday occurrence for him, "poor kids didn't realize I really wanted to help them and so took what they had to and ran before I woke up the next day." He shook his head. "Poor kids, indeed."