"No doubt her father's death was a great shock."
And Sister Mary John went in search of Evelyn, and found her wandering in the garden.
"Of what are you thinking, Sister?" As Evelyn did not answer, Sister Mary John feared she resented the question. "You don't like me to walk with you?"
"Yes I do, I don't mind; but I wonder if the Prioress likes me to be here. Can you find out for me?"
"Why should you think we do not wish to have you here?"
"Well, you see, Sister—oh, it is no use talking." Her thoughts seemed to float away, and it might be five or ten minutes before she would speak again.
"I wish you would come to the woodshed, Sister. If not, I must leave you."
"Oh, I'll go to the woodshed with you."
"And will you help me with my work?"
"I help you with your work!"