“Well, we have begun our training,” said Dolores, with a sweet sad smile. “At least, I hope so.”
“At St. Robert’s, you mean?”
“You have, I think. But I believe my aunt will be expecting us.”
“Oh! And then they talk about modesty and womanliness and retiring! What do you think about all that?”
“That we never shall do any good without it.”
They were interrupted by the hasty rushing up of Paula, who had committed her bicycle to Vera, and came dashing up the steep slope, crying, “O Nag, Nag, they are going away!”
The announcement was interrupted as she perceived the presence of the visitor, and they rose to meet her, but saw that there were tears in her eyes, and she had rushed up so fast that she was panting and could hardly speak, though she gave her hand, as Agatha, after naming the two cousins, asked, “Who are going?”
“The Sisters—Sister Mena—” with another overflow of tears which made Dolores and Gillian think they had better retreat and leave her to her sister’s consolation; so they took leave hastily, Agatha however, coming as far as their machines, and confiding to them, “Poor Polly, it is a great blow to her, but I believe it is very good for her.”
“There’s stuff in that girl,” said Dolores, as soon as they were out of reach. “She has the faculty of hearkening as well as of hearing.”
“You would say so if you saw her at a lecture; and she is also gaining power of expressing and reproducing,” said Gillian.