Lou frowned. Father Kemble was starting to seem like a man who did his job and followed the Lord's will but did it to his own tastes. Lou didn't much like people who behaved like that. Ah, well, he couldn't many assumptions just yet. "The orphanages in Whitby have taken a turn for the worse in the past few years," Lou admitted sadly, "last year, they stopped letting me come in to sing folk songs to the little ones around the holidays."