“Oh, Maidie!” she said, “I do not think there can be any life so good or so happy as being really given up to our Lord and His work among the sick and poor.”
“My dear, He can be served if you are in the world, provided you are not of the world, and if you keep yourself from the evil.”
“Yes; but why should I run into the world? It is not evil, I know, so far as you and all your friends can manage; but it stirs up the evil in one’s self.”
“And so would a Sisterhood. That is a world, too.”
“I suppose it is, and that there would be temptation; but there is a great deal to help one to keep right. And, oh! to have one’s work in real good to Christ’s poor, or in missions, instead of in all these outside silly nonsensical diversions that one doubts about all the time. If you would only let me go back with dear Sister Beata and Sister Elfleda as a probationer!”
“You could not be any more yet,” said Magdalen; “but I will think about it, and talk it over with Sister Angela. You know your friend Sister Mena, as she called herself, does not mean to be a Sister, but a governess.”
“Yes; she wrote to me. She has never seen or known anything outside the Convent, and it is all new and turns her head,” said Paulina, wisely. “I know she helped me to be all the more silly about Vera and poor Hubert Delrio.”
Magdalen promised to talk the matter over with Sister Angela.
“I should call it a vocation,” said Angela. “I have watched her ever since I have been here, and I am sure her soul is set on these best things, in a steady, earnest way.”
“She has always been an exceedingly good girl ever since I have had to do with her,” said Magdalen. “I have hardly had a fault to find with her, except a little exaggeration in the direction of St. Kenelm’s.”