“Yes.”
“Then it must be in France where they have no religion!” she cried.
“Why do you think that?” I asked.
“Because they have turned all their monks and nuns out of the country, and now they have no church and no religion.”
“But the churches are there still,” said I.
“I know all about it,” she replied. “Some of the nuns they turned out came to live in a palacio near here for a time. Now they have a home in Madrid.”
“And some of the nuns came to England,” said I.
“And did the English give them shelter?” she asked eagerly.
“Yes.”
“Ah, of course, and so they should. Poor things! Poor things! How dreadful to turn them out like that!”