Kitty faltered an afirmative. On the altar were bunches of paper flowers and the candlesticks were distractingly ornate.
“We have the privilege of keeping here the Blessed Sacrament.”
“Yes?” said Kitty, not understanding.
“It has been a great comfort to us during this time of so terrible trouble.”
They left the chapel and retraced their steps to the parlour in which they had first sat.
“Would you like to see the babies that came in this morning before you go?”
“Very much,” said Kitty.
The Mother Superior led them into a tiny room on the other side of the passage. On a table, under a cloth, there was a singular wriggling. The Sister drew back the cloth and displayed four tiny, naked infants. They were very red and they made funny restless movements with their arms and legs; their quaint little Chinese faces were screwed up into strange grimaces. They looked hardly human; queer animals of an unknown species, and yet there was something singularly moving in the sight. The Mother Superior looked at them with an amused smile.
“They seem very lively. Sometimes they are brought in only to die. Of course we baptise them the moment they come.”
“The lady’s husband will be pleased with them,” said Sister St. Joseph. “I think he could play by the hour with the babies. When they cry he has only to take them up, and he makes them comfort-
