Aline smiled: "Oh, yes; in the course of time, I suppose. That was not like a drinking-saloon."
"Ah-h! not in the leas'! We di'n' touch there a drop--nobodie di'n' offer us!"
The niece addressed the other aunt: "Go on. Tell me why you were there."
"Aline, we'll confess us! We wend there biccause--we are orphan'! Of co'se, we know that biffo', sinze long time, many, many year'; but only sinze a few day'----"
"Joy-ride day," Aline put in, a bit tensely.
"Ah, no! Chérie, you muz' not supose----"
"Never mind; 'last few days'--go on."
"Well, sinze those laz' few day' we bigin to feel like we juz' got to take step' ab-oud that!"
"So you took those steps of the archevêché."
"Chère, we'll tell you! Yvonne and me, avter all those many 'appy year' with you, we think we want--ah, chérie, you'll pardon that?--we want ad the laz' to live independent! So we go ad the archbishop. And he say, 'How I'm going to make you that? You think to be independent by biccoming Sizter' of Charitie--of Mercy--of St. Joseph?'