As Told by May Iverson
the room and talked to her my very fastest, which is pretty fast!
"Sister," I said, "I beg you will at least listen. I know what I say, and I can arrange it all. The 'Troubadours' give a matinée to-morrow, Wednesday. It begins at two and ends at five. The Academy is only six blocks from the convent. My sister will lend me her carriage. I will have it here at three and drive you over there; we'll time it to get there between the first and second acts. You can see your sister, and I'll have you back in the convent within an hour."
Sister Chrysostom pushed my hands away. "You are insane," she said—and then she went to the window and looked out. Wild as the plan was, she was actually considering it, and I could see that she was tempted. I could hardly stand still with the romance of it all. I never thought so fast in my life. She just stood there without saying a word, and I went right on planning.
"I'll tell Grace all about it to-night," I said, "and get her to help us." (My! but I liked that word us!) "She will, I promise you; she was graduated at this convent herself—years and years and years ago, but still she remembers it. She'll arrange about the carriage and about getting into the theatre. Sister Cecilia
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