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I counted them too, and when anybody
talked of her brother I thought of Martin Conrad, though his faithful
little figure was fading away from me, and when anybody spoke of her
parents I remembered my mother, for whom my affection never failed.
But, within a week from the time for breaking up, the Reverend Mother
sent for me, and with a sinking heart I went to her room, knowing well
what she was going to say.
"You are not to go home for the holidays this time, my child. You are to
remain here, and Sister Angela is to stay to take care of you."
She had a letter from Father Dan, telling her that my mother was still
unwell, and for this and other reasons it was considered best that I
should not return at Christmas.
Father Dan had written a letter to me also, beginning, "My dear daughter
in Jesus" and ending "Yours in Xt," saying it was not his fault that he
could not fulfil his promise, but my father was much from home
now-a-days and Aunt Bridget was more difficult than ever, so perhaps I
should be happier at the Convent.


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