Tales of the Cloister
tery is full of women under thirty." The tears filled her sharp eyes as she spoke.
Sister Edgar was saying much the same thing at the same moment to Sister George, who sat beside the bed in the infirmary, to which she had at last been moved.
"I am not the first," she said, "and I shall not be the last. I am quite resigned—but we will not talk about it. Tell me of to-day's lesson. Did Miss Iverson improve in her recitation?" And Sister George outlined the incidents of the afternoon, wondering a little at the invalid's interest and her many questions.
"Sister Raymond admires Professor Varick's appearance very much," she added, smilingly. "You know she is taking your place, in charge of the second division. She thinks he has a noble face."
"He has, indeed," breathed the other, unconsciously putting so much of her soul into the words that her friend looked at her with a question in her eyes. The sick woman saw and answered it.
"I have not told you that he was brother John's old friend," she said, simply, "and that I knew him well many years ago. The summer you were in Europe we camped in the Adirondacks. He was there with our family as Jack's guest. When I broke my ankle, and
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