Out of the convent came the maid.
Robert Browning.
We have lingered so long over the lovely childhood of little Glo’ that we have no time to give to her school days.
In entering her at the “Sacret Heart,” Miss Agrippina had enrolled her as the “Countess Maria da Gloria de la Vera,” and had provided her with as rich and costly an outfit as the rigid rules of the academy would permit. She had also furnished her with a plenty of pocket-money.
All this had given the simple-hearted, humble-minded little Glo’ a grand rank among her untitled and less wealthy school-mates, who did all they possibly could do to transform her from a meek and lovely child to a proud and supercilious young lady.
Poor David Lindsay did not realize the loss of little Glo’ until she had really gone. Then he “sorrowed without hope.” It is true that he believed she would return at Christmas; but that was four long months off.
From the fourth day of her departure he began to watch for the return of old Laban from his Tuesday’s and Friday’s trips to St. Inigoes’ Post-office, and on his appearance would call out:
“Any letters, Uncle Laban?”
The answers were always:
“Yes.”