Tales of the Cloister
shall we get out when I have them on?" Here I actually had another flash. I never did such thinking in my life.
"We'll have Grace herself come for us," I said; "she'll ring and come in the front entrance as usual. She's a privileged character, you know, and she roams about to suit herself, and often leaves the convent by the entrance on the other side of the building. I'll bring her to the music-room where you are, and we'll watch our chance. When the corridor is clear and the portress busy at the door, we will all stroll to the other side of the building and leave by that entrance. The portress there will think you're a friend of Grace's. Any of the Sisters or girls who meet us will think the same thing. Out we go. When we come back we'll come through this entrance, and the portress will think you are some member of the family coming to hear me rehearse. Everything is lax just now on account of these rehearsals. We can do it."
Sister Chrysostom shrugged her shoulders with an odd little gesture she had. It signified her final decision on any point. We girls used to think there was some foreign blood in her veins. Then she said: "We can try it. Will you make all the arrangements?" and walked away without another word.
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