And Sister
Cecilia's carelessness had broken the continuity. She was severely
reprimanded, ate her meals that day kneeling on the refectory floor,
and for many a day the shameful occurrence was remembered. And her
place was taken by Veronica, who, delighted at her promotion, wore a
quaint air of importance, hurrying away with a bundle of keys hanging
from her belt by a long chain, amusing Evelyn, who was now under
Veronica's orders.
"Yes, it is rather strange, isn't it, Sister? But I can't help it. Of
course you ought to be in my place, and I can't think why dear Mother
has arranged it like this."
Nuns employed in the sacristy might talk, and in a few days
Veronica's nature revealed itself in many little questions.
"It is strange you should wish to be a nun."
"But why is it strange, Veronica?"
"For you are not like any of us, nor has the convent been the same
since you came."
"Are you sorry that I wish to be a nun?"
"Sorry, Sister Teresa? No, indeed. God has chosen you from the
beginning as the means He would employ to save us; only I can't see
you as a nun, always satisfied with the life here."
"Every one doesn't know from childhood what she is going to do.
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