“An’ I don’t wonder! We are not taught such things, honey. But then, th’ world moves, girlie––even old Katie sees that. Only, the Church don’t move with it. An’ old Katie can see that, too. An’ so, I’m thinkin’, does Father Waite.”
“I know he does, Katie.”
“Faith, an’ how do ye know it, child?”
“He talked with me––a long time, this morning. He said God had taught me what I know.”
“Aye, is it so? Thin me own suspicions air right; he’s out o’ tune! Did ye say, girlie dear, that he didn’t scold ye fer yer funny notions?”
“No, Katie, he said they were right.”
“Did he so! Thin, lassie dear, things is goin’ to happen. 27 An’ he’s a good man––troth, they make no better in this world!”
The old Sister lapsed into thought. Carmen looked out wonderingly over the city. She yearned to know what it held for her.
“Katie,” she said at length, bending again over the woman, “will you help me find Mr. Reed?”
“Och, lassie––what’s your name again?”