“I thought,” said she, “if it were approved, I could mould a little waxen image of our Lord for the altar, and wreathe it round with evergreens.”
“As an infant?” asked Mother Gaillarde.
“Well—yes,” said Sister Ismania; but I could see that had not been her idea.
“Oh, of course!” answered Mother Ada. “It would be most highly indecorous for us to see Him as a man.”
Was it my fancy, or did I see a little curl of Margaret’s lips?
“He will be a man at the second advent, I suppose,” observed Mother Gaillarde.
Mother Ada did not answer: but she looked rather scandalised.
“And must we not have some angels?” said Sister Ismania.
“There are the angels we had for Easter, Sister,” suggested Sister Roberga.
“Sister Roberga, oblige me by speaking when you are spoken to,” said Mother Ada, in her icicle manner.