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Have you?" he asked, turning to me.
I was trembling more than ever now, and at first I could not reply.
"Don't you wish to go back home with your father?"
"No, sir," I answered.
"And why not, please?"
"Because my father's home is no home to me--because my aunt has always
been unkind to me, and because my father has never cared for me or
protected me, and because . . ."
"Well, what else?"
"Because . . . because I wish to become a nun."
There was silence for a moment, and then my father broke into bitter
laughter.
"So that's it, is it? I thought as much. You want to go into partnership
with the Mother in the nun business, eh?"
"My mother wished me to become a nun, and I wish it myself, sir."
"Your mother was a baby--that's what she was."
"My mother was an angel, sir," I said, bridling up, "and when she was
dying she hoped I should become a nun, and I can never become anything
else under any circumstance."
"Bah!" said my father, with a contemptuous lift of the hand, and then
turning to the Reverend Mother he said:
"Hark here, ma'am.


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