"Ah, but I am always happy," she interrupted. "Though indeed I was happy there, and sorrowful to leave it. But I did not leave it quite behind; it came with me."
"I have a great many things to tell you. They remember you most faithfully. If my going gave me pleasure, it gave them much more. You cannot think how much they made of me for your sake; I stayed there a long time after Mass yesterday, and they made me go back in the afternoon—I was there all afternoon. And all the time we were talking of you."
"Then I think," Mariquita declared, laughing merrily, "your talk will have been monotonous."
"Oh, not monotonous at all. Are they not dear women? They showed me where you sat in chapel—and the different places where you had sat in classrooms, and in the refectory, when you first came, as a small girl of ten, and as you rose in the school."
"I did not rise very high. I was never one of the clever ones—"
"They kept that to themselves—"
"Oh, yes! They would do that. Nuns are so charitable—they would never say that any of the girls was stupid."
"No, they didn't hint that in the least. Sister Gabriel showed me a drawing of yours."
"What was it?"
"She said it was the Grand Canal at Venice. I have never been there—"