all in black, and she carried herself as discreetly as though she were under the eyes of twenty elbows at once. But I could feel the difference. She was snaky and brazen and hard, and all her affectations of gentility struck me as grotesque. She told me that Bud's health was bad at Jackson, and that we ought to do something to get him out. I hated her more than ever, not only because I felt she had come to spy on me, but also because she could still speak of Bud Griswold with such a proprietary air. I think she envied me, and was glad of anything that would make me miserable. She went away saying she'd be glad to carry any message I cared to send in to Bud, and left me a Saginaw address to send it to.
I thought about Bud a great deal, the next week or two. I worried over him. It was only on the last Saturday of every month that we were allowed out, always with one of the Sisters. I had grown friendlier with Sister Angelica than with any of the others, for we both loved candy, and often, in the recreation rooms, ate a little box of smuggled chocolates together. On the next Saturday out, instead of being in the dentist's chair where I was supposed to be, I bought a pound of Canadian maple-sugar and in Wanless' hardware store came Into posses-
