Then turning to the mother, he spoke about the boy, saying: "I am greatly interested in my little penitent, and I want him to write to me every two weeks, giving me a report of his conduct." Bolax promised to write. After thanking the priest for his kind interest, and helping her boy with his Thanksgiving, Mrs. Allen left the church. Bolax skipped down the steps, and I fear the good people who were at their devotions, must have been very much startled at the loud "Cock-a-doodel-do" given by Bo, as he reached the pavement. "For goodness sake stop!" cried his mother. "Can't you behave?" "No, Mamma; I'm too happy. I feel as if I could fly. Confession isn't a bit hard; I'd like to go every day." BOLAX'S FIRST LETTER. _Dear Rev. Father_: Ever since I went to confession, everybody says I'm worse. I let my dog out of the cellar, and he most chewed up my sister's dog. Roy, is my dog's name; Trix, is my sister's dog. Roy caught on to Trix, and such howling and yelping never was heard. Sister was so afraid, she hid inside the wardrobe, and every minute she would put out her head and yell: "Oh, my poor Trix!" Mamma and the cook tried to separate the dogs. Mamma caught hold of Roy's tail, and Hetty caught on to Trix's tail, and both pulled, but still the dogs wouldn't stop fighting. Then I got a stick to whack them, and I broke Mamma's glasses by accident. At last Hetty threw a bucket of water on them; that stopped the fight. Hetty says she's 'done flustered to death.' Sister says I'm the awfulest boy in the world. I haven't done anything bad today, yet. Your little friend, BOLAX. THE REV. FATHER'S ANSWER. ST. FRANCIS XAVIER COLLEGE. _Dear Little Friend_: Even though everyone should say that you have been "worse" than you had been before making your confession, I know that our Lord will excuse you because you acknowledge your faults. You see, all expected you would be better after confession, and they are much disappointed, because they have not yet seen any improvement. What a scrape you got into, by letting your dog out of the cellar, and how cruel it was to have poor Trix "chewed up." You were shocked, I am sure, when you found you had hit your mother. Now, how did all this come about? Just because you did not ask permission to let your dog out of the cellar. If you had acted under obedience, you would have avoided all the trouble. Now, this is the lesson to take from your fault. Do not act without permission, and always obey promptly and cheerfully, then you will be happy; your parents will be happy and Our Dear Lord will bless you. Hoping to see you soon, my dear little boy, I am your friend in Christ, ALOYSIUS ROCOFORT, S. J. SECOND LETTER. _Dear Rev. Father_: Since my third confession, everyone says I am showing improvement. Papa says it is your letters that make me good. Mamma says it is the grace of God given through confession. Hetty says, "I do believe dat boy done got religion for sure."