'It was Bernard's stick went into his eye when we were playing at hockey,' said Stella. 'He did cry terribly, but Sister Constance put such nice stuff—'
'Sister Constance! oh, thank you! but hockey in the garden?'
'I thought it rather a remarkable proceeding,' quietly observed the Sister.
'I must hear more about it,' said Wilmet. 'My poor dear little man, can't he let Sister go for one instant?—Cherry dear, how are you?'
'All right now you are come. But dear little Lance, how is he looking?'
'Not much worse than you do, my Cherry,' said Wilmet, as she saw that the wizened old fairy look was come back. 'You have been worse than I knew.'
'Oh, I am all right now; and I have had such a treat of Sister Constance.'
'I want to take her back with me,' said the Sister. 'Dr. Lee would like to have her under his eye; and if you can spare her, I would write to-day, and she could go with me to-morrow.'
'It is very kind; it might be better for her.'
'Of course,' interrupted Alda, 'it is good for any one to be away from this horrid smell of baked earth, and all these riotous children.'