attention. Kitty did not know what she had done and tried to lure it to her with smiles and gestures, but it turned away and pretended not to see her.
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SINCE the nuns were busy from morning till night with a hundred duties Kitty saw little of them but at the services in the bare, humble chapel. On her first day the Mother Superior, catching sight of her seated at the back behind the girls on the benches according to their ages, stopped and spoke to her.
“You must not think it necessary for you to come to the chapel when we do,” she said. “You are a Protestant and you have your own convictions.”
“But I like to come, Mother. I find that it rests me.”
The Mother Superior gave her a moment’s glance and slightly inclined her grave head.
“Of course you will do exactly as you choose. I merely wanted you to understand that you are under no obligation.”
But with Sister St. Joseph Kitty soon became on terms not of intimacy perhaps but of familiarity. The economy of the convent was in her charge and to look after the material well-being of that big family kept the Sister on her feet all day. She said that the only time she had to rest was that which she devoted to prayer. But it pleased her towards evening when Kitty was with the girls at
