mother said to me: ‘Still, my Odette, I do not think that you will die without having done something that will endure.’
“I was still lost in my anxiety and my reflections, while my cousins, never knowing the beating of my heart, worked quietly, when suddenly my mother, letting her tapestry fall and looking at me attentively, said: ‘Ah, my dear child, I am very sure that you will end by becoming a religious.’
“‘Are you speaking seriously, my good mother,’ I answered. ‘You are laying bare the innermost thought and desire of my heart.’
“‘Mais oui,’ cried my cousins without giving me time to finish, ‘For two years Odette has thought of nothing else. But you will not give your permission, ma tante, you must not give your permission.’
“‘By what right, my dear children, should we refuse it,’ said my mother, ‘if it is the Will of God?’
“My cousins then, wishing to make a jest of the conversation, asked me what I intended to do with the trifles that belonged to me and quarrelled gaily about which should take possession of this and which of that. But these first moments of gaiety lasted a very little while and we began to weep. Then we heard my father come up the stairs.”
The Mother Superior paused for a moment and sighed.
“It was very hard for my father. I was his only daughter and men often have a deeper feeling for their daughters than they ever have for their sons.”
“It is a great misfortune to have a heart,” said Kitty, with a smile.
