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I think it was two nights later that she told me I was to go to bed
early because Father Giovanni was not well and she would have to go over
to see him.
She went, and I got into bed, but I could not sleep, and while I lay
waiting for Sister Angela I listened to some men who as they crossed the
piazza were singing, in tremulous voices, to their mandolines and
guitars, what I believed to be love songs, for I had begun to learn
Italian.
"_Oh bella Napoli. Oh suol beato
Onde soiridere volta il creato_."
It was late when Sister Angela came back and then she was breathing hard
as if she had been running. I asked if Father Giovanni's sickness was
worse, and she said no, it was better, and I was to say nothing about
it. But she could not rest and at last she said:
"Didn't we forget to say our prayers, Mary?"
So I got up again and Sister Angela said one of the beautiful prayers
out of our prayer-book. But her voice was very low and when she came to
the words:
"O Father of all mankind, forgive all sinners who repent of their sins,"
she broke down altogether.


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