Hot days like this were the worst to be outside, especially in the sun.

But, Mable rarely had better things to do, and she'd grown up in the sun after all.  Freckles upon freckles upon freckles upon her skin were evidence enough of that.

Today in particular, Mable made certain she was doing nothing all day, so she could spend the whole day long just down the street of St. Hilda's.  She was on the lookout for a particular priest that she had not seen in too long.  Father Brennan hadn't been present for church service on Sunday for at least two weeks in a row, not to mention the days between then, and going to long without seeing him made Mable anxious.

But staying outside for so long with nothing to do made her bored.  The sun beat down on her, and all she could do was sit on the street with her head in her hands, eyes glued to the doors of the church.  In her lap was her bible, and in her mind was Father Brennan, and all the fun things they'd do once she found him.