“You make me feel very useless and very helpless. It seems incredible that there should be nothing that I can do.”
“Have you spoken to your husband of your wish?”
“Yes.”
The Mother Superior looked at her as though she were delving into the secrets of her heart, but when she saw Kitty’s anxious and appealing look she gave a smile.
“Of course you are a Protestant?” she asked.
“It doesn’t matter. Dr. Watson, the missionary who died, was a Protestant and it made no difference. He was all that was most charming to us. We owe him a deep debt of gratitude.”
Now the flicker of a smile passed over Kitty’s face, but she did not say anything. The Mother Superior seemed to reflect. She rose to her feet.
“It is very good of you. I think I can find something for you to do. It is true that now Sister St. Francis has been taken from us, it is impossible for us to cope with the work. When will you be ready to start?”
“Now.”
“A la bonne heure. I am content to hear you say that.”
“I promise you I will do my best. I am very grateful to you for the opportunity that you are giving me.”
The Mother Superior opened the parlour door, but as she was going out she hesitated. Once more
