No doubt about it, my fellow monk, Father Martin, wasbitan absent-minded professor. He often filledfor sick priests at other parishes,one Saturday he found himselfa traina new destination, frantically searchingpocketshis ticket. "Forget about it, Father," saidconductor, recognizing him asregular. "I'm sure you paid forticket." "I can't forget aboutticket," Father Martin replied nervously. "I needknow where I'm going."
bit
an absent-minded professor. He often filled
for sick priests at other parishes,
one Saturday he found himself
a train
a new destination, frantically searching
pockets
his ticket. "Forget about it, Father," said
conductor, recognizing him as
同事、Martin神父
点健忘
，但到验票时，他却怎么都找
着放在衣服口袋里面