The chapel was simply a large room suitably fitted with altar and seats. It had no color, but everything was daintily white, with here and there a touch of gold.
The neat dormitory, the pleasant schoolroom, and the spotless cleanliness of the whole house appealed to Priscilla, and to her surprise she found herself asking the sister questions about her work.
"We are Sisters of Charity, and our headquarters are in Halifax," the good sister said gently. "The school is but a little part of our work. We go in and out among the sick and the troubled. The Acadians are good to their own, and no one need suffer here; but some will make mistakes, and some suffer through the fault of others, and often the priest and the sisters alone can set things right."
Soon they had seen all that there was to see, and when the sister, looking at the clock, regretted that she must leave them to visit a sick woman, both girls asked if they might not walk with her.
"With pleasure," she replied. "Indeed, I would take you to the house where I am going, were it not that this woman is too sick to see visitors."
"We should like to see another Acadian house," said Amy; "we have visited only that of Alexandre Babet, and that was so plain."
"Ah, you have been at Alexandre Babet's. Then you have seen the little Yvonne. Is she not charming?"
"Yes, charming and talented. We have heard her sing."
"Yvonne sings sweetly. We have taught her some music here, but nature has done the most for her, and she is so patient about her eyes."
"Do you think that she will be blind?" asked Amy, anxiously.