"
I rose to go with her, but at the same moment Father Dan rose too, and I
heard him say he must lose no time in finding an hotel, for his Bishop
had given him only one day to remain in Rome, and he had to catch an
early train home the following morning.
This fell on me like a thunderbolt. I hardly know what I had led myself
to expect, but certainly the idea of being left alone in Rome had never
once occurred to me.
My little heart was fluttering, and dropping the Sister's hand I stepped
back and took Father Dan's and said:
"You are not going to leave your little Mary are you, Father?"
It was harder for the dear Father than for me, for I remember that,
fearfully flurried, he stammered in a thick voice something about the
Reverend Mother taking good care of me, and how he was sure to come back
at Christmas, according to my father's faithful promise, to take me home
for the holidays.
After that Sister Angela led me, sniffing a little still, to the
Refectory, which was a large, echoing room, with rows of plain deal
tables and forms, ranged in front of a reading desk that had another and
much larger picture of the Sacred Heart on the wall above it.
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